The smoke grew like a tree, unfurling its thin curls in the unquiet night. It smelled like blueberry syrup, thick and cloying. “I hate this,” you said, sparking up a cigarette. “When you vape there’s no peak, just a buzz,” taking a long draw from your cigarette like you could finally breathe again. You blew out an oppressive cloud, the smell of a freshly paved road, asphalt roasting in summer. “I just wanna feel something, ya know,” you murmured as you showed me a video of a man skateboarding down New Zealand hills. “That’s called living life,” a whispered sigh.
Sean Wang is a writer and editor based in Singapore struggling to fix his sleep schedule and keep his plants alive. Find Sean on Twitter and Instagram @wean_sang.