The smell always takes me back… to one of the sacred temples of my youth…
Downtown Train
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Ugh, smells of urine and old hotdogs–I just don’t know if I would be able to conjure up nostalgia. I’m very sensitive to certain smells, body odor being one of them.
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Ha ha… fair enough… have you been to New York and ridden the subway? What was your reaction? To me it’s an odd kind of time-warp, vibrating with the aftermath of a billion internal dialogues…
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