i have always had a soft spot for chain-smokers

sometimes you meet a stranger
maybe the stranger is your friend
and you don't even know how close
you really are

but they are still a stranger

suddenly you flutter
and everything around you shifts
swirls into new directions

and strange is still strange
but better strange

a kind of enlightening

without purpose or meaning
or beginning or end

makes you feel awake, alive

sometimes there is simply
nothing more beautiful
than watching another human being
smoking a cigarette

this week for me was a week of strangeness
it replenished all the thoughts
i thought i lost about mystery

and the infinite beauty of faces

it is a simple antidote just to
look at someone unique

and bask
in their existence

like the most
incredible film