I remember being fourteen, standing in the hallway right outside the gym where the air always smelled like floor wax and old sweat.

I remember the smell of that old upholstery—the rough, brown fabric that bit into the back of your legs if you wore shorts.

I still remember the smell of that university library at midnight—it was all old paper and wet wool from the rain outside. …

Elbows, damp wool, the metallic smell of the heater...