time to stop smoking

literally like carriages singing in the wind.

down story. two or three shadows talking. you can't hear much, this far. I have to move to the bump of the door, sort of between the vacuum-spaces that always occur in vacuum-spaces. then I light a cigarette, which is to ward off the ill-fated ones with their smell, a silly superstition thing. good, lit cigarettes, spaces-voids and the shadows talking. now we have to differentiate words. screams, actually. it's like an argument. one weaves the other and the other tries to unweave itself by weaving the other, in a game. one throws the other wall and then you see that, in fact, there wasn't even a wall. yep. kinda confusing but that's it. shadows talking. what did you want?

''I've been to stores like this before'' said the first.

''and what does that have to do with the price of tea in China?'' she retorted, even politely, which made me laugh. I couldn't hold it.

the thing is that the discussion stopped there because they noticed me in the tone of laughter. the two initially rolled on the floor in mockery. fuck, SHADOWS? I thought. I sailed all the way to the door of the room, but my body doesn't do much good. the guys were tough. I took the last drag and stepped on the cigarette. ''come on, what nonsense is this about shadows talking to the winds like in an old man's dream what you want without even respecting other people's ears?'' I asked. more laughter.

I think it's time to stop smoking.