There’s something about smoke that is just so... cool. The way it moves through the air of its own volition, seemingly with a mind of its own. The way the light catches the particles, creating body transparent, translucent, and opaque. It could be argued that this is part of the appeal of cigarette smoking—the image of a person leaning against the wall, a cigarette slack between the first two fingers, with smoke trailing, wisping into nothingness.