Day 2 - end of work day

Not bad. Occasional hot flushes and hungry chest cavities. A certain amount of irritability. Of course you never know if it's the smoking or if things really are irritating.

Still slightly yearning, like for a lost love. A cigarette dressed in black keeps a lonely vigil above the clashing waves and angry cliffs.

Orange Fisher Price tubes in my lungs. And an apple in the sternum.