Matches Memory

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I don’t even smoke cigarettes, but I get ridiculously stingy-giddy when I enter a restaurant and the host desk displays a bowl of matches, boxed wooden ones being the ultimate to covet. The sharp snap and the warming smell of burning wood tinged with the love-or-hate delight from sulfur fumes. I’m a lover, always have been. The strike of a match or a burning wood fire always stirs a memory of some kind for everyone, every.one. That’s what smells do, illicit times and places. Matches are tiny tangibles that linger longer than the scent. They are labelled reminders of places we were, people we were with, or even other countries we visited. Haven’t you written on one the date, or … Read More

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