Fellowship
-The smoke idles, caressed and molded by the wind as it takes on mystical shapes above my head and then dissipates into nothing, like the many ghost that surround us but are nothing of the Ten Thousand Things. And perhaps that is the connection, the communion that binds us, the one that I have been unable to break. Perhaps when I was younger, it wasn’t an excuse but in fact a moment of calirvoyance, when I would respond that the impetus to smoke was a desire toward the secret fellowship with death. It must be still, even now, the driving […]