Smoke

9. Smoke

The study of what makes people tick is endlessly fascinating. Smoking is an interesting vice which I don’t share, but nevertheless, enjoy watching, despite having no physical satisfaction in being next to a smoker (on the contrary).

Yet there is the hypnotic dance of the smoke itself, whih I usually associate with some top notch metropolitan cafe populated by some young, fit and perfumed executives. Oh yeah… I am overindulgent in using my imagination to empower an otherwise simple and unsophisticated gesture, but I simply think that every puff of smoke has a story behind it. An the way it curles up in the air, each time a little bit differently, and it distorts the image behind it, making it look vague sometimes even decadent. And in the end it is all the unreplicable simplicity of it. The way in which one is sometimes unsure who has the control, man or the spiraling dance of small particles in the air…

Makes one wonder…