The smell of vinegar has been permeating my nostrils for hours now.

Strong and vulgar, it offends the rest of my senses. Sending me into periodic grinding halts in the midst of whatever I am doing. It started when I went to take photographs of the laid up freights down the road.

How ironic.

It has since followed me up the street, back to my apartment building, from there onto the bus to the restaurant where I picked up some mediocre thai food to hold me over until tomorrow, and back again to my apartment. Fending off all other smells; They stray cat weaving figure eights between my legs while I waited for the bus, the drunk man sitting next to me, the dirt and exhausted kicked up as cars flew by up the road.

Now the odor hovers, pulses around my head and you’re the only thing I can think of.