[Photo Stories] The Boy Who Smokes

One day, I found a guy who smoked interesting to capture. I love the way his addiction occur an undeniable loyalty to his perpetual habit.

I don't know why the obsession towards smoker grows so rapid. The essence of smokes that always lingers may be the reason, or perhaps, my adoration towards temporary creature should be the most potential excuse of my intention.  

The smokes, like any other temporary creatures, appear upon its absence. You can see it float bravely and disappear at the same time. That's why I love smokes.

The smokes, that I love, never let me absorb memories. Because its quick disappearance, just like the quickest evaporation, never touched my consciousness.

But, it becomes different to the smoker, because unlike the smokes, as an object, I crave him so.

Purwokerto, November, 26 2016

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