Theme this month: Think of a smell that you evokes strong memories for you (the garbage of the seafood restaurant you lived above in Chicago, the smell of sunshine on your cat's belly, peanut butter tins left melting in the sun, the hemp-Chapstick breath of your high school crush). Use the smell like Proust's madeline and allow the sensory input to make you dive thousands of pages into the past. This month, use the phrase "our survival is dependent on compression of information," and the word "Orion."
“When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls...bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory”
― Marcel Proust
Friday, May 9th. Potluck at 7:00, and planetarium starts at the strike of 8:00.
Smell you later!