The smoke smell was a kind of particulate sewage. I recall the stink on everything, in everything, that feeling of pollution in the lungs.
The smoke smell was a time machine back to the 1980s, when the right to clean air was secondary to those whom polluted it. One was part of the money-nexus and the other was not. Wind forwards a few decades and here we are, in the world that money-transaction based rights built.
The smell of the smoke is one thing, transient through unpleasant. It is the carcinogenic quality that bothers me. When you love someone you need them to take care of themselves, to show you that they plan on sticking around.
The smell of cigar smoke comes through the window, inviting old memories that were once sepia to regain their real colours.
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