I am in the office I share with perhaps forty or fifty other graduate students who teach English 150.
Today, it smells strongly of waffles.
And it occurs to me, as a person who ate a granola bar for breakfast and who seldom eats lunch on Mondays and Wednesdays, that this is not, in fact, calculated torture. You see, scents are not simply waves like light and sound--smell is produced only by the presence of actual tiny particles from the source.
I am consuming, in a sense, extremely modest portions of wheat, butter, sugar, maple.
Today, a friendly colleague has unknowingly served me lunch.
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