sometimes you smoke and you get so absorbed in reading you can’t afford to multitask for some reason and your eyes roll off and the page gets filled with ash and if you’re still apathetic you end up burning the freaking page or suddenly it’s 1925, you’re virginia woolf sitting in your big vintage chair, face to face with your writing desk & mumbling incoherently to yourself…and it’s just part of the process, you know, you’re kind of lightly holding the cig and it gives you an air of confidence; your heart rate increases yet there’s also some mystic balance there and it also allows you to mentally pause in between momentary indecision; it enhances almost all space around you: you let the smoke hover freely above your head, and it is soft soft soft and you breathe and exhale and the smoke fills your lungs and…mrs dalloway ultimately doesn’t die
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