And three weeks in, on a day when I smoked fourteen cigarettes, I realized that I could finally enjoy one following sex. This was because I could finally enjoy a cigarette, period. It had ceased to become a chore or a challenge. I liked it. I liked smoking. Dopamine? I don’t know. Didn’t care. Just wanted a smoke. I practically jumped out of bed. My girlfriend and I wrapped ourselves...
the universe is winding down
why shouldn’t we