Ep. 1 Bang

Collage art: Cristina Daniela Gagiu 
Story: Oana Maroti 

About every morning I tell myself to stop smoking. I avoid opportunities to smoke, I work out and do push ups every time I think of lighting up a cigarette.

At about noon, I feel tired. I crave soda or beer. In the end, one way or another, my hand ends up in my pocket and… bang… I light up a cigarette.

In the evening, I look at the empty pack and wonder when did I manage to smoke so much. I fall asleep, worried that I’ll be out of cigarettes when I’ll wake up.

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