• alwayswriting18 23w

    “The mustard room”

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    Things observed 7-3-18

    He stands strong with wide shoulders, his soft eyes hidden behind square glasses. He remarks how the upcoming room smells of mustard- “I call it the mustard room.” we stand on the sensor for the door and as it opens we’re hit with a strong odor of Dijon mustard. I’m shocked at the intensity of the smell.
    “If the sun is hot why is space cold?” he asked earlier in the day.
    And a few days prior he invited me to smell yellow tape that he swears smelled like lemons. My second or so day at my new job, I leaned awkwardly over the plastic and inhaled. “ I don’t smell it...maybe it just smells like lemon because you associate yellow with lemons,” I offered.