As I walk down the street, I observe these flaws through all five senses. I see the pollution erupting out of the exhaust pipes of semi-trucks, its very presence is destructive. I feel the anxiety and animosity between neighbors, brothers, sisters, and parents through the air like a rogue airborne plague. I smell the genetically modified meats being microwaved in McDonald’s and served to thousands of little children everyday. I hear the sound of a million voices, muted from oppression. And scarily enough, I taste the lips of a girl who had always wanted to save it for marriage.