March 5, 2011 § Leave a comment
The odour of pepper and cardomom pervades the warm, steamy bathroom inviting the mover to inhale more deeply, to savour and consider it. The smell, she decides, is not a full, round, spherical smell like rose: it is somehow linear yet grainy. Neither does it seem to fill the epithelium like the bloom of petals but enters the sensory landscape like the slick sheen of a thoroughbred. In just a few moments the experience of anonymous molecules transforms into memory, image and words.