Smell
It's been a while, and I think I haven't written because I was sad and I am sad for a long time now. Writing blogs is sometimes like a tree falling in a forest. If no one reads it does it exist?
Today I talked about my screenplay with a woman. I told her that in the event of my protagonist's sister's death she is stricken with grief and wears her sisters pajamas so she can smell her scent then and she sleeps in her sister's bed. The woman asked me for a person so young, how did you even know how people grieve. I don't know how I know. I thought about it all day. Maybe it's television. Television taught me all my human emotion. after thinking about it a while longer, I realized that it wasn't just television.
Our scent is so unique because it lingers even after you are gone. It's a tag that we all create, but we never really notice. Pictures are created with the chemistry of light and ink, but our scents are created by the chemistry of a body. As if the scent is trying to look for its owner, eventually it drifts out and dissipates into the air. Knowing that it is so fleeting, we instinctively go and smell people's things when they are gone. It's the last remnants of their livelihood.
Today I talked about my screenplay with a woman. I told her that in the event of my protagonist's sister's death she is stricken with grief and wears her sisters pajamas so she can smell her scent then and she sleeps in her sister's bed. The woman asked me for a person so young, how did you even know how people grieve. I don't know how I know. I thought about it all day. Maybe it's television. Television taught me all my human emotion. after thinking about it a while longer, I realized that it wasn't just television.
Our scent is so unique because it lingers even after you are gone. It's a tag that we all create, but we never really notice. Pictures are created with the chemistry of light and ink, but our scents are created by the chemistry of a body. As if the scent is trying to look for its owner, eventually it drifts out and dissipates into the air. Knowing that it is so fleeting, we instinctively go and smell people's things when they are gone. It's the last remnants of their livelihood.