Usually, even if I think ‘I want to smoke’, I forget about it right away,
because I was never addicted, and I’m too tired to move anyway.
But I’m feeling like I’m reaching a point when I need to use smoking as an excuse
to stand on the balcony looking at the night lights of Tokyo
with a bummed out expression on my face. And do nothing.

I’m pretty sure that’s the whole point of smoking in modern world. An excuse to pretend that you can ‘take a break’ for few minutes, leave everything and just stand in one place.
Go outside. Leave the room. Pretend like you have to stop whatever you were doing to go for a smoke.

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