The fragrance in the room has will and intention. It's the smell of something old and decomposing, something musty. It's as if the smell wishes to initiate the same process in me: that I become a branch to break off, rot and be gone.

The fragrance in the room has will and intention. It's the smell of something old and decomposing, something musty. It's as if the smell wishes to initiate the same process in me: that I become a branch to break off, rot and be gone. | lit.salon

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