The shape of air and the eternity of the moment

Smell is invisible, but it can outline the contours of memory in the flow of time. When a wisp of familiar fragrance gently passes by, a dusty moment emerges like a tide. Maybe it’s the afternoon of childhood, maybe it’s the smell of osmanthus in front of the window of my hometown, or maybe it’s a goodbye that turns around and leaves. That moment has passed, but it is as fresh as yesterday because of the smell.

This is the olfactory memory, which freezes the fleeting moment, so that the past moments are eternal in the memory. The shape of the air ⌈ ⌋ is also an extension of this concept, invisible and intangible, but extremely real, bringing us back to a specific time and situation.

Some times last because of the smell. Some people, because of the aroma, never go away. This is the paradox of time, but also the sublimation of the perception and emotion of life: we cannot hold time, but the smell preserves those moments for us that we do not want to forget.

In the ups and downs of the years, every breath is a story written by the air, and it is a proof of the eternity of the moment.