Weaknesses

Reading Haruki Murakami makes me want to smoke. Cigarette between fingers, coffee mug just within reach on the left of the ashtray. Smoke and steam spiralling and dissipating.

Could be propped up by pillows in bed, with a reading lamp as a source of light. Could be in a cafe, elbows on table, book in air, butt perched on edge of seat, legs stretched out and crossed. Could be slumped in a chair on the sidewalk, people walking by continuously so you can be distracted some times and totally engrossed and in your own world others.

Of course, in my perfect world, there is no hot weather.

So it's fortunate or unfortunate that my relationship with ciggies is a love-hate one. Small phases of wanting versus long periods of feeling sick at the thought of smoking.