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NEW ORLEANS (AP) - On the streets, it blends in with all the other smells — the rotting garbage, the feces, the gasoline, the urine. It is only later, when you awake in the middle of the night, drenched in your own sweat, that it stands out, clinging to the membranes and hairs of your nostrils — heavy, vaguely sweet, worming its way into your brain.
It is the smell of death.
But as cloying as that scent is, it eventually goes away. Harder to shake are the images that play and replay in the mind.
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