ohhhhh all i can do is

Some things remain underestimated until their value is put directly to the test. Who would have thought--that the olfactory sense brings to bear the most powerful nostalgia trips; all it takes is cigarette smoke on pebbled-stairs. Blaring horns and jackhammers, the sight of bamboo building frames and smog-- so much smog. Two-dimensions can't do the experiences any justice; flat stillness holds no sentimentality. Only whiffs of deep-fried dough sticks, rancid garbage, jasmine flowers, exhaust, musty closets, boiling water, gas stoves, and the hot, midday stagnant pond of lilies can do the trick. Your first response is to shut your eyes and inhale, deeeeeply.