the whole place smells like death — "The whole place smells like death…"

The bottom's sensory inventory, the physical endpoint of the substance-cage. Colostomy bags, cirrhotic discharges, D.T.s, the puke-buckets aimed at like a golf pin, the corner always running with sperm — the catalogue insists that end-stage addiction is not tragic-romantic but simply repulsive, "specializing in ones that are repulsive." The flat verdict "the whole place smells like death no matter what the fuck you do" is the theme refusing any consolation about the Disease's terminus: this is where it goes, and no amount of solvent changes the smell.