Even since I drove into work this morning, I have this repeated image of myself in a car, driving to Devon. In this vision, I have a cigarette in my hand.
This began because I noticed that the gaiter on my gear lever no longer has a light covering of ash. And weirdly, I missed it. And suddenly, there was an image of the cigarette in my left hand that rested atop the gear lever as I sailed down the miles of the A303 towards Devon. Radio 4 on the radio. Interestingly, in this image, I don't appear to smoke the cigarette. It is just there, my driving companion.
I think this is an example of romancing the cigarette, making it an important and essential part of some day to day activity, seeing it as intrinsic and vital to the performance of an activity.
It would be possible, you might suppose, to ignore such images, to put them to one side and concentrate on the important things of the day. But no... the image leaks back in, just quick flashes.
Me, in a car. With a fag in my hand.
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