That Rosslyn Metro Smell

Has anyone else noticed the horrid whiff that you get descending into the Rosslyn station? It smells like burning asbestos, like so many worn-out clutches I dealt with in my youth. The acrid smell permeates the whole place and I never know which is worse – breathing through my nose or mouth.

On the bright side, at least it smells better than Jeremy Bentham’s corpse. I hope.

Have you noticed that smell at Rosslyn? What images does it convey for you?

Photo: Rosslyn Metro
Originally uploaded by briancotylawson

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Carl Weaver is a writer and brewer for and has been making beer and wine for more than 20 years. He is also an avid photographer and writer and just finished his first book, about a trip he took to Thailand to live in Buddhist monasteries. He considers himself the last of the Renaissance men and the luckiest darned guy in the world. Follow him on Twitter.

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