Finally there’s sunshine in Paris today but I can’t really cheer up since I lost my phone and my old phone isn’t working…not only I lost my phone but also the pictures in it.
Anyway shit happens and life goes on…
Out of no reasons, this situation reminds me of an english movie, ”The Perfect Sense”, I saw few weeks ago. The movie is about a chef and a scientist fall in love as an epidemic begins to rob people of their sensory perceptions. It’s a real dramatic love story although it’s extremely positive! The whole story seems very depressing, but actually the movie is talking of a decent truth: Whatever happens, life’s going on. Sometimes you think it’s your limit and you can not do it anymore and it turns out to be nothing at all. The only thing you can do is to adapt to the situation and to live with it.
Well what happened to me was just a lose of a phone, I’m totally fine. It could be worse…so what the fuck!
First, overwhelmed with grief, and then no sense of smell…that’s the disease. They call it severe old factory syndrome.. S O S. They say it wasn’t contagious, but they do believed that.
Life goes on.. the food become spicier, saltier, more sweet, more sour, you get used to it. The greater loss or all the memories that’ll no longer triggered.
Smell and memory were connected in the brain.
Cinnamon might’ve name that two of your grandmother’s apron.
The scent of cuddlin’ could evoke a child with fear of calves.
These are always might back your memories of your first ferry crossing,
without smell, an ocean of passed images disappears.
First to tutter, and then a moment of hunger.
This is how the sense of taste disappears from our world,
they don’t even have time to give the disease a name.
Slowly things return to normal and life goes on.
People do what they did before as best as they can.
Within a few weeks taste becomes a distant memory
and different sensations takes its place.
There are two movements now; there are people who run on the streets and grabbing all they can, people believe, but at the end of the world.Then there’s the other movement, farmers going out to milk their cows, soldiers reporting for duty. Those who believe that life will go on somehow… or just don’t know what else to do.
People prepare for the worst but hope for the best. They concentrate on the things that are important to them. All the things beyond fat and flour.