At the edge of the city there stands a man. He had a name once long ago, but it’s long since rotted away, so let’s simply call him the Doctor. The Doctor stands there, hesitating, as if some long-passed thought won’t let him enter this place. But he gets past it, and he crosses the boundary to the city. The moment he does, something changes in the air. The somewhat stale city air, already filled with smog and particulates, suddenly takes on a particularly rank flavor. A hint of the sick sweetness of rot, that sinus-purging unpleasantness that makes your stomach churn. It’s late at night, so few in the city notice, but the Doctor takes a deep breath to take a mouthful of the new aroma.
September 16 - Rot
September 16 - Rot
September 16 - Rot
At the edge of the city there stands a man. He had a name once long ago, but it’s long since rotted away, so let’s simply call him the Doctor. The Doctor stands there, hesitating, as if some long-passed thought won’t let him enter this place. But he gets past it, and he crosses the boundary to the city. The moment he does, something changes in the air. The somewhat stale city air, already filled with smog and particulates, suddenly takes on a particularly rank flavor. A hint of the sick sweetness of rot, that sinus-purging unpleasantness that makes your stomach churn. It’s late at night, so few in the city notice, but the Doctor takes a deep breath to take a mouthful of the new aroma.