You’ll Never Fit In With Them

Texture: Gel crunch

Scent: Lingering perfume, pipe smoke

The room is crowded, but the silence is absolute. You're surrounded by figures whose faces have been smoothed over by time, leaving only the hanging scent of vintage perfume and a thin trail of sweet pipe smoke. They turn toward you in unison, a sea of blank expressions that feel like a question you can't answer. You try to blend into the background, but the shadows here are too shallow to hide you. The air is thick, like being underwater, and no matter how close you stand, you are completely alone. No matter what you do, don't try to speak to them.