what is with the fetishization of cigarettes, especially among artists? there is something beautiful about a cigarette in the hands of an experienced smoker. when i’m feeling insecure, i start to believe that adopting this vice would help legitimize the idea of myself as an artist.
i love the ritualistic lighting of the cigarette, and i like having a social escape hatch in the form of a smoke break. i imagine myself as someone who smokes and it seems faintly appealing, but the mental exercise always ends the same way. no matter how romantic the idea is, i can never bring myself to partake in a vice that is so time-consuming and requires so much time spent outside.
i still enjoy watching other people smoke, though.
