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History of the Self: Smell and Memory
Christina Kim
A year after I recorded my yaya on her couch in Madrid, she passed away. It's been over six years now, and yet I find that she's never that far from me. She lives in my memory, of course, and the recordings I have of her, of her monogram necklace that I wear around my neck. And she's embodied in the scent of Álvarez Gómez's Agua de Colonia. Yeah.
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