Daily Archive: January 5, 2007

There are 4 lilies in a vase in the kitchen, bold white trumpets pointing north, south, east and west; one for each direction covering every quadrant of airspace. The whole house smells like lilies, a sharp and stinging scent that gets up your nose and fills every cavity in your head with its intensity. It’s strange to me that lilies are so connected with funerals, but perhaps the strength of their perfume covers a multitude of more unpleasant odors, masks decay, persuades the nose that death and beauty can coincide, if only for a short while. Tomorrow is Epiphany, it’s...