Apr 2019
I lose myself in a memory of scents.
cigarettes and Chanel
spices and Spring
I lose myself in nostalgic fragments.
cigarettes and Chanel
spices and Spring
I lose myself in nostalgic fragments.
My dad always reminds me of cologne, hairspray, cigarettes
The combination reminds me of home, of childhood, of everything I know
The combination reminds me of home, of childhood, of everything I know
