there is something totally unholy going down in our apartment bathroom.
my current physical "condition" causes me to use the restroom several times a night. during our first week in this apartment a few months back, when i'd wake up and yadda yadda, i could hear traffic and street-crossing signals coming from my shower. and we're 21 floors up. and we sleep with the windows closed. interesting. matt and i concluded that the vent in the bathroom must be some sort of wormhole directly linked to the street level below.
welp, this noise pollution that's been haunting our commode has taken on new and interesting characteristics as of late. a couple of days ago, the scent of raw sewage came wafting through our living room, and i traced the funk directly back to the bathroom vent. then tonight the ripe essence of warm dog food hit my olfactory nerve like a ton of brick. i kid you not. and my grade school chums will appreciate this, but the smell took me straight back to my youthful days in ogden the dogden, driving down wall avenue and trying to hold my breath as i'd pass the dog food plant on 28th street. it was uncanny. and tonight i couldn't help but wonder, knowing there ain't a pet food plant within miles of my high-rise apartment, what am i really smelling? ignorance is bliss.