I’m feeling like I don’t want to die today, which is a change from the last week, so decided to head to the office today. Walking from home to Ratchatewi BTS I smelt all the wonderful smells that are available, the rainbow of fragrances.

I hadn’t realised how many smells are available in my daily rush to get through the dense fog of it all, but since I hadn’t been able to smell them for nearly a week my ability to smell may be heightened.

The clouds of pollution pouring from the back of motorcycles, cars and buses all vary wildly (probably based on the different types of cheap fuel they use) and there is also the food stalls I walk past, the rubbish dumping area that seems to have developed on the sidewalk and the smoking corroded bin that sits outside one of the shops at at the BTS at irregular intervals (it was there today).

It might sound awful but for the first time, I was happy to inhale the cancerous fumes.