I could immediately smell it. The rank, foul odour was everywhere. I had come to expect it by now, though. It covers the world like a thick sheet. It's like it's always been there, pestering, disgusting, everywhere. It hasn't always been like this, but I remember nothing else. My nose forced another breath of the rancid fumes into my struggling lungs and it bit and teared at my insides. It was much like drowning in filth. I was raised next to one of the furnaces who's chimneys bellowed the noxious smoke into the world. Were it not for my loving parents, I would have succumbed to the horror in which others live; blissfully oblivious. And I inhale.
The smell of the trees filled me with bliss. Never had a cold spring evening felt so glorious, since the last time I left my house...[read more]