The smell of music
Adesh had been in the black out for days. Melissa was still there, somewhere in the darkness, but what he primarily smelled was videos. Trojans and other things had the ripe smell of urine, and the he walked through a fetid bathroom of multimedia. It took him a second to figure it out, the photos.
He began to feel around for the slippery plastic sleeves that held them. After a few moments, he held them in his hands. The smell was unbarable, quietly he deleted them. He began to do a crab walk, feeling the floor for them. He could hear a few scuttling off into the infinite horizon, he ripped them apart easily, for a second his vision came back online, he was in a primitive room, textures hadn’t been applied the wire frames were coated in darkness he reached out of the room and then again darkness.