sometimes when miracles happen there is sweet smell of understanding and mutual thoughts. but than it gets taken away and i’m lying on the floor listening to the music that reminds me. it’s not so bad, it’s just me.
Three of the four elements are shared by all creatures, but fire was a gift to humans alone. Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to identify with the primordial spark, to feed on them arrow of the volcano. It’s not the tobacco we’re after but the fire. When we smoke, we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning.
“If you find something precious you have to hold onto it with all your might and never let it go despite of whatever else you may lose, after all many people die without ever finding what’s really precious to them.”—Novala Takemoto, “Kamikaze Girls” (via choco-milk)