There are moments when something comes so sharply to the senses that ordinary reality pales. Yesterday when I lifted the lid off a cup of steeping jasmine tea, the scent of flowers was so sharp it was as if I had stepped into another world.

What would life be like if I smelled everything with the same acuity as I did those airborne molecules? Would life be sustainable at that level? Since I had the flu a couple of weeks ago, this has been happening. It’s as if the flu washed out some of the debris between my neurological synapses and I am struck with a slice of life that might have passed me by before.