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When you forgot your two cigarettes on my desk, I decided to never throw them away. There was also a banana, which I ate. Later I wondered why I made this difference, why I treasured the one over the other, even if they were equally the same, both disposable objects that belonged to the same person. I decided to consume the cigarettes as a performance with the idea of a ritual. It would be the first time I’d smoke.
It would become an act of remembrance. The aspect of struggle is important to me: the painful and
awkward feeling you get when you smoke your first cigarette. I believe that, when people reflect back on lost love, there must be a similarity between those two feelings.
