When I was younger, I was faced with an odd dilemma. I loved the ocean. I grew up on an island, always close to the sea and I ran frequently to climb the dunes by the beach. The ocean was so very vast, filled with dreams and adventures. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, deep and calming. …
My sense of smell is neither very good nor is it very bad, in the traditional sense of the word. It is more like it is very sensitive. It’s like the smells I encounter just demand more of my attention then it does for others. You might know the feeling of meeting a friend, who just had a cigarette a …
My memories of my grandmother are always of her playing the piano in a deep sense of cigarette smoke. The clear tones from her fingers touching the keys, the intense focus with which she played, as if lost in a world of her own creation. And of course, her shouting from the other end of the house whenever I, as …
