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The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Forgetting one's own language
learning to crawl again.
To be eternally momentary.
To nourish oneself from skin.
An everything, your nothing.
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Where do I begin?
Perhaps at the start, when it still seemed that this nothing and I could not come together, as I belong to those who can extensively feel estranged by neroli.
So it is here as well.
What my nose initially perceives as a hint of cleanliness quickly gains a depth that others describe as 'musty,' but my nose deciphers it as 'human.' 'Hints of earthy notes and oak moss,' says my intellect, while the rest of me senses the trail of the little inner creature that dwells within us all and often points the way, hungry or fleeing, while simultaneously giving the mind the comforting feeling that it is truly in control.
The scent evokes for me associations that are far removed from the spiritual Homo sapiens and remind me of fragrant instinct. Sensual, intimate, unique, softly animalistic, ephemeral. It conjures images that tell of inhabiting one's own body in its vulnerability and transience and nourishing oneself from closeness.
It is highly sensual and simultaneously profoundly melancholic. And because it washes over me a flood of images that all tell of finiteness, both small and large, it pulls stronger on my heartstrings than seems rational.
I smell velvety fur, library dust, a delicate leather impression, as well as skin kissed by cologne, still carrying the echo of yesterday's cigarette smoke. It is an apparent lightweight with immense, albeit quieter, endurance as it develops, and a sillage that is easily underestimated, especially in the first hours.
The softly vanillic musk on amber in the base is not a cloud of cleanliness; instead, it has something very human about it. The most beautiful kind of unclean.
I find it understandable how much this scent polarizes. It is unique, a bit unwieldy while simultaneously refusing to engage in primary color painting that would make it easier to categorize. My current rating is that of someone in the early phase of infatuation; it may turn into love. The signs are certainly promising.
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"...to withstand the light, the joy (like our child when it sang) knowing that I fade in the light over gorse, asphalt, and sea, to withstand time, or rather eternity in the moment. To be eternal: to have been."
Max Frisch, Homo Faber.
learning to crawl again.
To be eternally momentary.
To nourish oneself from skin.
An everything, your nothing.
----
Where do I begin?
Perhaps at the start, when it still seemed that this nothing and I could not come together, as I belong to those who can extensively feel estranged by neroli.
So it is here as well.
What my nose initially perceives as a hint of cleanliness quickly gains a depth that others describe as 'musty,' but my nose deciphers it as 'human.' 'Hints of earthy notes and oak moss,' says my intellect, while the rest of me senses the trail of the little inner creature that dwells within us all and often points the way, hungry or fleeing, while simultaneously giving the mind the comforting feeling that it is truly in control.
The scent evokes for me associations that are far removed from the spiritual Homo sapiens and remind me of fragrant instinct. Sensual, intimate, unique, softly animalistic, ephemeral. It conjures images that tell of inhabiting one's own body in its vulnerability and transience and nourishing oneself from closeness.
It is highly sensual and simultaneously profoundly melancholic. And because it washes over me a flood of images that all tell of finiteness, both small and large, it pulls stronger on my heartstrings than seems rational.
I smell velvety fur, library dust, a delicate leather impression, as well as skin kissed by cologne, still carrying the echo of yesterday's cigarette smoke. It is an apparent lightweight with immense, albeit quieter, endurance as it develops, and a sillage that is easily underestimated, especially in the first hours.
The softly vanillic musk on amber in the base is not a cloud of cleanliness; instead, it has something very human about it. The most beautiful kind of unclean.
I find it understandable how much this scent polarizes. It is unique, a bit unwieldy while simultaneously refusing to engage in primary color painting that would make it easier to categorize. My current rating is that of someone in the early phase of infatuation; it may turn into love. The signs are certainly promising.
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"...to withstand the light, the joy (like our child when it sang) knowing that I fade in the light over gorse, asphalt, and sea, to withstand time, or rather eternity in the moment. To be eternal: to have been."
Max Frisch, Homo Faber.
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"....the rest of me senses the trail of the little inner creature that dwells within us all, often hungry or fleeing, pointing the way while simultaneously giving the mind the comforting feeling that it is truly in control."
In following the scent trail inward, you discover fitting existential truths, like the illusion of free will.
A captivating engagement with transience that we love to ignore.
I read this with teary eyes and will now embark on a search for the whispering nothingness...
Well described, I enjoyed reading it very much.
It all sounds like memories from long ago.
Very intriguing in its vague position!
Your words were beautiful once again!