Book of Tokyo

A girl on the brink of her twenties will often carry on as though she’s figured out the entire world in her tiny little head; I was certainly no exception. She’s usually frustrated or irritated for no reason at all. Probably a question of hormones. But sometimes a hormonal imbalance can give birth to an abnormally keen sensitivity. A fleeting brilliance, like a rainbow that arches clear across the sky for just a brief instant. And a select few have the ability to sniff out the scent of others with it.