The happy place

The world is very strong right now, like concentrated juice: Red leaves together with orange and green ones are crowning the trees, it doesn’t look real. The air is chilly and there are smells from everywhere: perfume, exhaust from passing cars and bread from the bakeries! The food tastes incredibly rich and different and the coffee does too. The coffee smells of coffee!

And I smell! Either it’s a coincidence this week that I smell of sweat, or I always smell, just that I notice it now because I got my sense of smell to smell my smell with now. Who knows? I got deodorant now which reminded me of high school locker rooms. A time which will never come back and for that I am grateful!

I read a novel in Books of blood, by Clive Barker it was part two maybe about someone who got amplified senses to the point where even a fly landing on his skin felt like torture. It feels like that now except not bad but good. Luckily I do not live in a horror fiction.

I don’t think so anyway.

I saw the Demon Slayer film with my daughter the other day and it made a surprisingly strong impression on me! The characters were rich and all of the demons and humans came across to me as philosophers, one said something along the lines of happiness being a sheet of glass and it struck a chord in me, because of how brittle it all is.