Smog & Soothsayers: somewhere between a rock and Los Angeles

All cabs smell the same. On some base level between the fog of your driver’s bacteria clogged armpits and the new car factory smell; every single taxi has one underpinning odour. The only way to smell this smell is to sit in a taxi for long enough, to move past that initial sting of sweaty sedentary polyester until you’re no longer conscious of any odour. Until you can’t sense the scents, so to speak. Only once your nostrils have accepted their fate, with the serenity of a cancer patient, can... Read The Rest →