this is about my nose memories...weird ? oh yeah pretty much...but it actually makes sense in a way...it's about how i remember the smell of things and the whole context and the place related to it..
this is the beginning of autumn...a very melancholic season...and the smell of the soil freshly moist by the first rain is just...mesmerising ! hypnotising ! something else ! it takes me back to when i was a kid...preparing for school...the soft chill taking over the weather...it reminds me of the age of innocence...when my main concern was if i did my homework well and had my nails cut for the monthly inspection...
so weird all this...how can an vague scent of lavender help me picture this old lighthouse on the french west coast where i had one of the greatest summers of my childhood ?
how can a subtle scent of old books and newspapers take me all the way to that used bookshop where nothing really meant anything outside the surreal world of comics and classic philosophy...
so many memories related to my nose...so many emotions and actions related to the sense of smell...
they say memories are relative and don't really portray the exact happening...but i guess what stays in mind is the sweetness and nostalgia and that is enough for me...
this about my nose memories...
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As usual I lose track of your columns, but not this time! I love how you can converse on abstract philosophies with such a casual tone in first person narrative, as if we were having a real conversation. The phrase: 'the surreal world of comics and classic philosophy...' is definitely striking, it reminds me of peels of reminiscence from literature. However, I disagree that autumn is a season of sadness, it seems more of a season of transition, where we can render on nostalgia and reflections. Anyways, good work!
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as usual am late to comment but better late then never eh sorry i talk much anyway its beautiful really ur style is just amazing u hana and rana just give me d creeps when i read and thats in a good way cz i can feel every word u write so i can't help but applaud every piece
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"and the smell of the soil freshly moist by the first rain is just...mesmerising ! hypnotising ! something else !"
this truely is sthg else serge...
great work..amazing work..wonderful..just mind blowing!
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That is soooo beautiful. Yes, i have a sharp nose too that retains smells and attaches memories to them. some smells i once loved that i hate now, like the fragrance Diorissimo that became related to my mother being hospitalized and going through an operation. other frangrances of our kitchen and the great vanilla and chocolate, cinammon, garlic...etc.
and yes the wet roads in the winter nights after the rain subdues me and take me to my own wonderful solitary world where the streets are empty and i drive in the cold with slow music and i feel so relaxed in a different world of beautiful sensations.
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Ok...this is amazing...your column teph teph...oh wait this was serge's and someone was saying something about me writing columns as comments?
hehe
Anyway back to serge's poem...
I have this weird attachment to smells...
I really do...and my sisters tell me it is creepy...
Whether it is the body odor of someone I really love, or the smell of a shop, or the fragrance of some old cooked meal by granny, I just love it...
It connects you to the world...it makes you closer, tied to everything around you on a different level...
You can touch things, you can see things...and then...a little scent can start off a great trip down memory lane...
The way you made the connection...it takes all back to "the simple things" and life is filled with miracles hiding behind these little things...
I don't know...I just love this...and I could just smell the cappoccino you drank that other day now and the ciggarette you smoked...and I can just picture you typing your heart out on here...
Just perfect
~Hana~
PS: sorry for blabing, I can't help it
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A great piece...so real..its so true....how we remember things arround us from one of our senses...and how memories brings and take us back...well the fastest way to travel is our mind/imagination...and i think travelin back into memories is a gr8 thing... nway its really a very beautifull piece ....(Y) ...i applaud you ..
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jeeeezzz serge!!! damnit!!! argh! hehe..
damn!! this is so true.. and ya this feelin that u get when u remember sumthin ancient abt ur own history sometimes it feels akward.. just because of the fact that ur not there anymore.. maybe because it was so beautiful and now its gone!!!or maybe because it was a bad memory itself, & ur glad its over..but it will still feel akward rememberin it!!
ancient memories abt ur own history..which in the end is called life.. ur life..
somehow sometimes we kinda hv it all the same but differently!!
no matter how that sound
u got me there.. this feelin u talked abt .. u got me there.. "there" .. this feelin.. its ..bad..? its, good..?! maybe its amazin maybe its not.. but its me..in me.. and u could get it out !!
now i should really blow u a kiss !!
me
xxx
Edited on Sep 28, 1:35 p.m. because ''.
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