Cigarettes are very sad things, if you look at them in a certain way. Watch how the colourless smoke curls into the grey air. Watch how the person holds it – lightly – between their numbed down fingers. And look into their eyes each time they put it to their lips. What do you see there? What are they trying to forget? What dreams were broken, to make them want to breathe in death itself? Yes… Cigarettes are very sad things, if you look beyond the mist a person has shrouded themselves within. They’ve chosen to hide in a cloud.