Furthermore, Papaya has made me hyperaware of scents, sounds, and tactile sensations. A sample of my experience walking down the street to Sundance just now:
<location>entering the alley that runs to the store
<smell>spicy burning oil from the Indian Restaurant
<sound>the "na na na" part from Ani's Buildings and Bridges coming through the screen door of the house on the alley behind the restaurant
<more sound>crunching gravel beneath my sandals
<location>half way down the alley, almost to the store
<smell>sweet and foul, from the dumpsters
<sound>frenetic jazz piano from a latin jazz cd the guy recycling boxes behing the store was playing, and only the piano frequency carried into the alley
<location>on my way back from Sundance, approaching the restaurant again
<sound>another Ani song, this time with a woman singing along live
<touch>warmth from the boxes of food I'm holding
<location>exiting the alley, near the vet
<touch>the wind lifting up the bottom of my shirt
<sound>a dalmation barked once at me as I neared his home
<location>my front yard and walkway
<sound>crunching grass and those spiky brown pods
< more sound>crunching gravel in the walkway
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