I like to think that everything in the universe is imbued with some form of consciousness. Whether a living creature, a plant, an inanimate object, or even smells. Smells are a marvelous thing. They are the equivalent to a time machine. They link us to specific places, specific times. All it takes is a small whiff of that particular aroma to propel you back to that memory.
I find that the aromas that trigger me the most commonly are the ones related to Disney World. (Surprise, I know!) Working in the downtown core, I often will find myself transported back to that magical land simply because of a passing bus. Suddenly, I find myself standing outside of Pop Century, just waiting to get on the next shuttle to one of the parks.
It does not work on command though. No matter how intently I go somewhere trying to trigger these memories, it won’t happen. This is why I think smells have some consciousness to them. I seem to find myself getting transported at those moments when I need a little escape. It’s like the universe is trying to say “Hey, you’re seeming to be a little stressed, overwhelmed. How about I help you take a moment of happiness and bliss.”
Thank you universe. You take care of me so incredibly well.
So, happy reader, what is your Delorean?
Musings of A Boxhead 