Downtown smelled like shit this morning. It took me a second to realize it, that the high reek penetrating my car was coming from the outside. I was all too quick to write it off as dog crap on my shoe, and continue on accordingly, but a quick roll down of the window to check the air confirmed otherwise. The stench was everywhere. Some unseen, unknowable force had dropped this fecal miasma over the Rt. 6 interchange, and slid off S.B.D style. Here I was blaming myself.
The oddness inside the brain and outside of it can be hard to separate. You may be messed up, no questions asked. This little incident, however, highlighted, underscored and italicized the possibility that everything is fucked except you. Where a simple observation can shift the focus it's not wasted time to take a look.