Overlooking View or Wide-Angle Confessions: Part 4
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"He looked at the battered concrete and smelled the indescribable stench which, to him, wasn't wholly unpleasant. Smell of metropolis, the very striking of drums of São Paulo. Drums. Percussion. Smell. Smoke. Carbon. Cancer. Synesthesia."
--Excerpt from "Aulis"