miasmically

Updated: August 6, 2026

Through the open windows the heavy, damp night came miasmically floating in, the very cigarettes mildewed in my pockets. Earth and air seemed heavy and toil-bowed by comparison with other days. The jungle still hummed busily, yet, it seemed, a bit mournfully as if preparing for production and unhilarious with the task before it, like a woman first learning of her pregnancy.

Harry Alverson Franck - Zone Policeman 88; a close range study of the Panama canal and its workers