smoke

I've always thought smoking to be a disgusting habit - a selfish one. You ruin your body just for the pleasure of one more puff, and in doing so hurt those around you. However, I can't deny the beauty of smoke. Especially the white, wispy curls from a cigarette. They're so delicate but deadly, the contrast intrigues me. I adore contrast: good and evil, dark and light. They are recurring themes in every aspect of life. I particularily like the contrast seen in countries like China. There are so many types: the contrast between classes, between the noisy cities and the stunning nature, and the contrast between China's culture and the rest of the world. Something about contrast appeals to my senses. Maybe it's just me?