The Hamlet Project

Ghost, interrupted by a smell.
Having become more animal than human, his sense of smell has become more acute.
The smell of morning comes upon him as swiftly
as the sudden strong odor of an explosive sulphuric fart, sudden and strong.
It stops him in his tracks – makes him shift away from the rant he’s just fallen into. Extraordinarily, the smell of morning arrives before morning itself.
Before light, before dew, before sound.
Only for the diuranlly sensitive.