The Realm of the Senses
Seeing: webpages rendered on a low-end computer; office plants that refuse to die; the new Afro Ken clip my boyfriend brought back from NYC.
Hearing: the whir of a fan trying in vain to cool a low-end computer; an unbearably long discussion between our office manager and bookkeeper on the subject of snap beans; snatches of music my boyfriend brought back from NYC.
Feeling: the tender slit of an early-morning paper cut; well-worn denim on my thighs; the underside of my desk on my shaking, overcaffeinated knee.
Tasting: long-cold coffee; a stale Fig Newton; Wrigley’s Winterfresh Gum.
Smelling: dank, sodden earth; plastic components slowly melting deep within the heart of a low-end computer; the overpowering yet nostalgia-inducing scent of Speed Stick Musk that my boyfriend brought back from NYC.
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