Night

  Everywhere I go on a Summer day seems to be punctuated with what would be considered unpleasant scents or on that border that on another note are the strongest connected to good places in my mind. The weird scent out of the back of an air conditioner, a specific flavor of what could be coming from a dumpster near by, or the scent of cheap breakfast and fried food in the air from a local Chinese take out joint. These odd smells are nothing like a typical holiday candle but the these most mundane and occasionally offensive to some scents are what we to a large extent map our experience in this world by. There is often an undercurrent of the desire for luxury and fine dining but these novelties fade fast. Once the curiosity is blown these experiences are often empty, void of personality and alien much like for example on the other front of the style of modern homes with white sinks, white tiles, and silver toned fixtures. There's a desire to experience after only a middle ground with all senses included as they are. What is obsessed with clean professionalism and rigid standards is often miserable but the traditional and average is far more enjoyable to an infinite extent due to the sensory connections flexibility. This does not mean that there is often a desire to live in filth though for many, the key point is integration. Exclusion leads to error but integration has solutions with flexibility. I could from my own experience say that flexibility is the answer if given direction.