Photo 1: Beginnings

January 19th 2014

L: You’re like a cigarette; you’re slowly disappearing

H: The problem is that you like the smell of the burning tobacco and the heat the paper stick brings to your hands. And I like the way it used to hurt me before and made me cough uncontrollably, but now it keeps me–

L: –Elated

H:Elated.

L:But with every puff you take, a bit of you leaves –

H: –dies.

L: –with the smoke

H: Sometimes I just keep it inside and don’t breath for a little while, hoping it’ll hurt me once more. But now I’m immune to its pain. I don’t like that.

L: And once it leaves your mouth, it looks so alive, beautiful even, until it’s torn and crumpled like the pages of a notebook into the night’s ambiguity.

H: Why are we having this conversation?

L: It’s a nice change to the usual one-sided ‘place your head this way’ or ‘give me another pose’

H: (laughing) True.