The lady with a comedy nose - Banksy
I’ve noticed how I have become extra sensitive to odors-like I’ve opened a third nostril and all it does is abhor anything not fresh, not washed, not hygienic. On the upside, I am titillated when I smell minty breath, a newly-scrubbed nape, freshly-baked bread, basil stirred in tomato sauce, and other nice, appetizing things that remind me of a good life. My nose has turned into a discriminating gauge of failure and success.