The fresh smell of new books, the milky smell of babies, the moldy smell of old houses, the smell of newly-mown summer grass…When you perceive a new scent, your brain automatically links it with an environment, a occasion, a person, an object, or a moment; when the same scent come to you again, you would conjure up the bounded memory. Although there is no holding back the wheel of time, scent is always our super-power when it comes to memory.
' But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid…