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What's an amygdala and its relationship to the olfactory? Probably the part of myself that makes my heart flutter and the air move differently through my lungs when I smell the warmth of chlorine in the air from the indoor swimming pool. Or the truth of the man made time machine when I smell gold dial soap and I'm suddenly in Michigan. The combination of fear and cleanliness, with a dusting of hymnal music and the fragility of its pages. A psychologist at the University of Oxford labeled an ambiguous Brie-like scent as either "cheddar cheese" or "body odor". Even better, walking through the apartment complex in the dead of winter, following the trails of drier sheets being spit from vent burrowed within the bricks. The winter evening settles down with smell of steaks in passageways that seeps into the wallpaper and stinks up the breakfast room until Easter. What an amazing thing, the fragility of time as it averts itself in the face of smell.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
A Poem with a Line from T.S. Eliot
What's an amygdala and its relationship to the olfactory? Probably the part of myself that makes my heart flutter and the air move differently through my lungs when I smell the warmth of chlorine in the air from the indoor swimming pool. Or the truth of the man made time machine when I smell gold dial soap and I'm suddenly in Michigan. The combination of fear and cleanliness, with a dusting of hymnal music and the fragility of its pages. A psychologist at the University of Oxford labeled an ambiguous Brie-like scent as either "cheddar cheese" or "body odor". Even better, walking through the apartment complex in the dead of winter, following the trails of drier sheets being spit from vent burrowed within the bricks. The winter evening settles down with smell of steaks in passageways that seeps into the wallpaper and stinks up the breakfast room until Easter. What an amazing thing, the fragility of time as it averts itself in the face of smell.
"The winter evening settles down with the smell of steaks in passageways." - T.S. Eliot
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Nov 1, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
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