Dark, heavy, and wet.
My mom used to drive this pinkish colored Plymouth – it had a burgundy dash and a big fuzzy burgundy bench seat that.
The smell of a dark dank mildew, dirt – My Parents basement, which was like my dads favorite place.
Pulling on my big toenail – they were thick and I could feel it tugging on the inside of my bellybutton.
The vibrations of the road as we drove into the night in the middle of nowhere, or just western Nebraska.
Warm, thick, heavy air – Dusk in the summer in Iowa.
It smelled like old issues of National Geographic – Minerally and clean and smooth.
You can smell a fishcake a block away – if I can smell it on myself, I hate it – if I can smell it in the air, I love it.
And then my tongue got all tingly, 2022. Ink Audiograph, grease pencil, spray paint on resin, polyurethane foam, wood.
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