nose
The nose sits at the frontline of the face, a sacrificial sentinel of sensation that humans sent to sniff out the world. It intrudes without permission to unearth secrets and summon fragments of memory, yet indiscriminately disperses everything from perfume to rot like a capricious detective. When betrayed by a mask, it heralds the prelude to a personal vendetta against the world. In winter it becomes a battlefield, and in spring it administers the cruel ordeal of pollen. It is a tyrant of sense that demands a tightrope walk between breath and comfort, sparing no sympathy.