there is perfume coming through my window. which is odd as my window does not give out onto the sidewalk but the courtyard where as far as i can tell there is no one. but there is perfume coming through my window and i wonder what it was like to touch perfume to bodily welcome perfume. i cannot throw myself into it as i once did or as i fantasize that i once did as sometimes i wonder if things were really so much better then or just different from the way they are now.
but there is perfume coming through my window and i cannot quite touch it.
