If Smog Smelled Like Rotting Flesh and Burning Hair, the Sky in L.A. Would be Clean as a Whistle
August 28th, 2007by Brad Listi
LOS ANGELES, CA-
I was thinking about bad smells this morning. The Industrial Revolution. How big cities at the dawn of the twentieth century were often cesspools for pollution and disease and putrefaction.
Coal smoke.
Stray dogs.
Gas lamps.
The sun cutting through the dense layers of muck and filth, bathing urban landscapes in an eerie yellow light.
Animal carcasses rotting in the streets.
Piles of rancid garbage left to rot in the hot sun, composting on the curbside.
And so on. (more…)
