The Smoker's Lounge

I have always found the idea of a cigarette, romantic in specific ways. The flame consuming the finely-cut pieces of tobacco, as they twist and char, like a knotted tree being taken by the flame. The paper receding as if sworn to uphold a dying nature, all too reminiscent of perennials. As the drag closes it's proceeds, the lips part, leaving a string of smoke to dissipate into thin air in an act of finality. If there were to be a smoker's lounge, the vibe might be club-like, yet calm. The people there would introduce themselves by, in some way, either offer or asking for a cigarette. No grand gestures to be made, the simplicity would overwrite tendencies to be rash or lewd. The place wouldn't be completely filled with smoke. There would just be casual conversations and meetings hanging on the smoking of a cigarette at leisure. Not only for smokers either, however the usual nonsmoker probably wouldn't come to a place like this. I don't know where this idea came from. I suppose it's another contraption I toy with inside of my head. 

Feb 15, 2009