In this collection, I capture the moments when all of us, at some point in our lives, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and let the smoke rise, whether in sadness or in joy. To me, a cigarette has often stood as a silent witness to our grief, our pleasure, our loneliness, and our small human victories. In this first piece, you see a person alone, tired, overwhelmed, lost in spiraling thoughts. They carry the weight of words left unspoken, emotions they couldn’t share. And there, between their weary breaths, the cigarette burns quietly… its smoke curling through the fragments of their restless mind, mingling with solitude and troubled reflection. *The cigarette and its drifting smoke, suspended in the chaos of wandering thoughts and aching loneliness.*