Did I ever tell you about how I wore a mask when I was in the library basement in Japan, not because I was sick but because the moldy books/magazines I was reading smelled bad?
I’m being reminded of this sensory experience now because my father donated some vinyl to me that is, well, full of creatures. I’m going through it and enjoying it, but it’s not without a price, possibly including an asthma attack. But let me tell you, it’s worth it to listen to some Brian Eno from 1975 that is actually from 1975.
That is how it smells to persist through time!