Wednesday, August 1, 2012


What follows is an analogy that for me describes what it is to enjoy a thing, without being of that thing. 

I love the feel of a good cigar shop, the texture of the wooden boxes, the ceremony of the cutting and soaking of cigars, the glass cases glittering in soft light, the smoke filled air curling around in visible eddies. Oddly akin to a library in that it is full of mysteries I know nothing of and have only ever so tentatively explored, to discover while I enjoy the place and the feel, I am not one of those folks that smokes cigars.

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