The Concrete Cantata: An Orchestra Without a Score
On highway noise, the loss of silence, and a splinter in the spirit.
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The Nose Knows Nothing Anymore: The Politics of Disgust
On the slow erasure of a sense, the pills we take for it, and what the whole arrangement might be doing to our politics.
A Whiff of Nonanal — Or Why You Should Hang Your Laundry in the Sunshine
I first acquired a dryer, meaning a clothes drying machine, in 2005; but only because I inherited one. Used less than ten times in almost 20 years, I just don’t see the necessity. If the weather is completely dreadful, as in snowing or raining, I hang up the laundry