In a Lonely Place on 02-09-2019

If cigarettes were inextinguishable like this, I could write a story about a single cigarette, passed hands to lips, from an L.A. bar and out into the streets, hands to lips up the coast to San Francisco, hands to lips across the sea, friends and strangers hands to lips, until the universe, in an instant, exhaled a single perfect smoke ring.⠀