Poetry and prose with images. The different aspects of life that seem to turn humankind to an ashtray: full of fag ends to throw away.
Nevertheless, somebody has bought, kept, smoked, tasted those yet absolutely dangerous sigarettes.
Before turning to bad smelling fag ends, those articles have belonged to lips, faces, individuals. People, each one with their own feelings, worries, joys, hope, illusions, disillusions…