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The smell of ozone and the thickening of the air before it rains, reminds me of the smell of blood, reminds me of the smell of melting metal, the taste of carbon, the taste of dirt.
It makes me a little sad, because it smells like London smells, always thick-aired, just about to rain or just rained. Reminds me of all the things i'd planned to do and didn't do, tastes like two years ago, tastes like disappointment.
Then again, remembering, really remembering two years ago makes all the sad dissolve into pissed off. I wasn't so happy, then. What was I afraid of losing? What am I so sad that I lost? Why am I so touchy these days? What have I got to be angry about? Back to the smell of blood and the taste of carbon.
Funny how those can be sweet and sad and hot and angry all at once.
Funny how much can come from the smell of almost-rain.
At least this might break the heat for the night.
It makes me a little sad, because it smells like London smells, always thick-aired, just about to rain or just rained. Reminds me of all the things i'd planned to do and didn't do, tastes like two years ago, tastes like disappointment.
Then again, remembering, really remembering two years ago makes all the sad dissolve into pissed off. I wasn't so happy, then. What was I afraid of losing? What am I so sad that I lost? Why am I so touchy these days? What have I got to be angry about? Back to the smell of blood and the taste of carbon.
Funny how those can be sweet and sad and hot and angry all at once.
Funny how much can come from the smell of almost-rain.
At least this might break the heat for the night.