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
