Nasal Ambush

We are assaulted! It is an ambush on our noses; few smells are as putrid as the odor of old bottles, discarded containers of food, and rancid leaves soaked in years, decades, centuries of filthy water. The fountain trickles continuously, oblivious to the sludge. It directs its attention only on living noses, not the quiet, unassuming stones.