Smoking, Smoking, Anyway, this world is absurd.

78 days have passed since I started to pipe smoking.
I had continued to smoke until sleep at night and wake up in the morning.
About 2000 g maths and you'll see that on a empty cans that I have to smoke.
Maybe, I have to smoke nearly twice the normal smokers.

But with the leaves of tobacco with a pipe,
Aesthetics of the pipe as a craft, and cultural history of smoking,
I learned to concentrate enough to write a research articles.

While representing the photo, I was a little regret.
Expensive pipes their addition to tobacco can these.
The time being, I must live in the only smoke enduring rough food ...

I remember the old famous poem in Japan.

This poem represents the transience of Oriental feeling.
 
Smoking, smoking, smoking, 

full of smoke in the sky
Anyway, this world is absurd
Do not come back in the past
So, smoke, smoke, 

everything is smoke.

And I think the same kind of poetry liked in my school days.
Famous Apollinaire "Mirabeau Bridge"