ph by devina
When you combine two sides of bitterness, he said with his eyes skyward, it is almost as if you’re standing naked at the top of the highest building of this city after dark: you have nothing to conceal, it is as if your entire body suddenly turns into a gush of translucent membrane; you breathe bitterness in, bitterness out, and the tobacco agrees with you. I asked if it was a reason why he never smoked something with mint in it. He said he smoked mint cigarettes from time to time, only if the companion is alcohol, not coffee. Other reason, he said, smoking regular cigarettes gave him impression of growing up. The impression of having nothing to conceal.
