I have had a beehive on my butt for most of this trip. I can smell it now. I can smell myself. Now I can smell the city, but for real this time.
The sky is shifty and dark. The clouds have come and gone for a while like white swaying leaves. They wont be able to make me wet for much longer. I will still be wet, though.
We are getting in the taxi soon. Then things will move in dark flowing shapes, like when I have been asleep. Then, when I can not see any more and it is really too late, maybe, will smell the smell that I need to smell. I will still be awake, though.