Reckoner, take me with you.

If I could just forget what it smelled like.
If only I could forget what it all smelled like.
But I still remember it, well.
You. That house. That detergent. Those sheets. Shampoo. Breakfast. Cigarettes (Parliament, light.)
If I didn't remember what it smelled like, I could forget the feel of the sticky counter tops. Or the matted couch-chairs. I could forget what the crumbs felt like between my socks and the floor.

Sense Memory.