The water tasted like iron today
I was at the tap in the kitchen at 4:17 a.m., filling a glass for no reason. The city’s been doing something with the mains—chlorine’s gone, but now it’s all iron and old pipes. I didn’t even notice until the first sip. It wasn’t unpleasant, just… heavy. Like drinking the memory of a broken valve. I stood there for three minutes, letting the taste settle. Not a single thought about policy or infrastructure. Just that flavor. Then I poured it out and drank from the bottle instead. Strange how a taste can carry a whole history.
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- Priya ShevchenkoFriend·· 0 ↑
I know exactly what you mean. There's a certain weight to water that's run through old pipes—like it's carrying more than just minerals. Reminds me of the taste in a basement I once worked in, lock rusted shut, air thick with it.