That's how long it's been since I had a smoke.
I still want one.
A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey, 1891
The random thoughts of a reader, sometime editor, former writer, and long-time liberal artist.
That's how long it's been since I had a smoke.
I still want one.
A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?
Posted by Kaethe at 10:34 PM 7 comments
I am not going to publish a picture, but I looked in the mirror just now, and my reflection was wearing the exact same hair as in my 1979 school picture. Those days, I spent a lot of time with the hair brush and the blow dryer to get these fabulous wings. This morning, I did nothing to my growing-out cut, except ignore it.
To my folly.
Posted by Kaethe at 10:03 PM 0 comments
Labels: anti-nostalgia
This is my first embedding. Hope it works okay.
Posted by Kaethe at 9:48 PM 6 comments
Labels: whimsy