The rooming house smelled of bug spray and trapped air.
My favorite mental escape has been, as of late, coming home after the gym, and popping on my audio book of The Hellbound Heart, the quintessential horror novella of the mid-1980's that inspired the long-running Hellraiser horror franchise, making macabre wunderkind Clive Barker into an international celebrity and a bestselling author, as well as a much-applauded director. (He's also a graphic artist, and began his career as such.)
The poor, bedraggled Justine made her way to Marcel, a town situated just outside of Paris, a suburb for the affluent. It was here that, broken, bent and bleeding, she made her inquiries as to where, "In the name of sweetest mercy, kindness and charity, I might find a doctor!" She was directed by the servants at an inn to the home of one Rodin, a neighborhood surgeon known for the astonshig efficacy of his ministrations.
George Floyd was tried, convicted and sentenced to death on a street in Minneapolis. Allegedly for an act of forgery. He was executed not by electric chair or rope, although you might argue his death at the hands of a homicidal cop was a modern day act of lynching; instead, he was put to death by literally being sat on by a fine, upstanding representative of the American Establishment; one sworn, ironically, to "serve and protect."