Christina Antonia Nazim
THE PRIMAL FRISSON OF SENSES Sometimes I catch a scent and my body remembers before my mind does. The air seems to shift; my body shivers and trickles, and I’m pulled into a feeling I can’t quite name. These moments
THE PRIMAL FRISSON OF SENSES Sometimes I catch a scent and my body remembers before my mind does. The air seems to shift; my body shivers and trickles, and I’m pulled into a feeling I can’t quite name. These moments