𐙚˙✧˖° 🐈⬛ ༘ ⋆。 ˚
sit on a park bench in the exact middle of a megacity for decades. the city expands around me, buildings rise and then fall, the organism of culture shifts and bends. people sit with me from time to time, scribbling their stories into the bench-quilt. they come and go as all things do. the city eventually crumbles entirely but the bench [and myself on it] hardly trembles.
an inventor of ice cream flavours.
i have dedicated this life to incantations of scent!! isn’t it a wondrous sense to immerse oneself in?? a perfumer by trade and for pleasure, holed up in an apartment somewhere romantic. tinkering with amber and bergamot, heliotrope and frankincense. vanilla from Madagascar, black pepper and musk. an alchemist bottling invisible worlds for your nose.
the world’s leading expert on something that nobody has ever heard of.
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