Showing posts with label zero. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zero. Show all posts

Sunday, January 3, 2010

oscar wilde via the impossible cool

jean cocteau via here

A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?  
~Oscar Wilde

The dead drug leaves a ghost behind.  At certain hours it haunts the house.  
~Jean Cocteau

sunday january 3 2010
cigarette count: 0


jean cocteau via here

Saturday, January 2, 2010

merri creek via flickr

merri creek via nga

i am about 40 hours in, with no cigarettes. at this stage they say to expect things like moodiness, irritability, depression or anxiety, changes to appetite, fatigue and changes to sleep patterns. what a drug.

the first day, yesterday, we went for a really big walk around the brunswick and fitzroy north neighbourhood. a wonderful thing to do on a still, still day. i hereby resolve to try and take a walk every day. we reached merri creek; such a precious waterway to have running through the inner northern suburbs. with the birds all atwitter and the bright green, orange and red sparks of parrots in the grey-green eucalpyt leaves. 
friends of merri creek link
merri creek management committee link

Thank heaven, I have given up smoking again!... God! I feel fit.  Homicidal, but fit.  A different man.  Irritable, moody, depressed, rude, nervy, perhaps; but the lungs are fine.  
~A.P. Herbert

saturday january 2 2010
cigarette count: 0


merri creek tapestry via mcmc

merri creek via flickr

Friday, January 1, 2010


camilla engman illustration, 
they smoke so beautiful on film

new years day 2010
cigarette count: 0