Describe a place using your 5 primary-senses, without naming the place*

if this is what antiquity looks like, the fraying edges and coveted dust, then where are the eyes that no longer behold it, the obliviousness of their noses, or the skin that best knew this thinning itch? why has the nerve-bitten sleeve been reduced to the slickness of a debit card, the whisking out into a world of new skin, an age of smells to become accustomed to? so vintage, the way we buy the taste of the dead. call it a fresh fit, edgy rend, new frays, until your own eyes itch with dust.