A strange thing happened on the way downtown today.

I was crossing the street about two blocks from the apartment when I got a big whiff of what smelled like paint thinner. A few blocks later while walking through a park, I could have sworn I smelled brownies (when they just come out of the oven.) If that wasn’t enough, I smelled burning charcoal between a parking garage and an office building a few blocks from the library. No big deal, right? Well, the thing about it was that all the smells were overpowering, but I couldn’t find the source for any of them.

Isn’t this a sign for some sort of mental illness?