Asia

somewhere in between Penang and Perhentian Islands

lost in a travel

lost in time

thinking about writing to you every day, what is stopping me?

seeing your face in others, your reflection in every piece of this vast continent

Asia is incredible. It cannot be described, explained to someone who’s never been there. It needs to be touched, smelled and heard with all its noise, gorgeousness and uncanny modesty. All this together, the shapes and colours, reveal a picture. It appears there, right in front of your eyes. In that moment, you find yourself being so close to understand this secret law of the universe. Only for a few seconds later not being able to make any sense of it again. It’s beautiful, intense and addictive.It leaves you contemplating your life.

In Asia smoking feels right again. All I want is to watch a thin smudge going up and mixing with the  dense tropical air pushed by a fan on the high ceiling.  Inhaling toxic smoke, hearing soft sparkling of tobacco with its end lit up in hot sacred orange. I could relish my cigarette and think of you. Sink in the ocean of my thoughts, watch the waves calming down when they follow you. And I could stay there, in this vacuum forever. Lighting up one cigarette after another.

 

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