Evening, silence in the house, and me. I leave the dark room and go to the kitchen, I’m not in a hurry, my movements are slow, I’m too calm, I keep looking into your eyes, nothing distracts me, I light my first Marlboro, I smoke too fast and take deep drags, where do my ashes go? I think you know, all the ashes have been eaten, and now I’m lying in bed with a laptop and writing this text. (3 cigarettes in a row, human ashtray, naked)