Dustsceawung is the contemplation of dust, worldly desires, and the ephemerality of all things... raspings that were once a tree, ruins that were once cities, bones that were once lovers. Dust is always the ultimate destination on our journey.
The scent of forbidden explorations and an olfactory meditation on dust... attic air, the inside of old trunks, abandoned haylofts, library stacks, and abandoned buildings.
“We are but dust and shadow.” (Pulvis et umbra sumus)
― Horace, 23 B.C.E.
Art: Vanitas Still Life by Jacques de Gheyn the Elder, 1603
It is more of an old book scent to me than Old Books and Fresh... view more Flowers, it’s soft but sweet mildew and antique paper, sunlight gently warming dust through the attic windows, herbs left drying for longer than intended in old cellars. Very ethereal and nostalgic. view less