“I saw a man traced by misery. He walked up and down through the sidewalk looking for cigarette butts. He took one, turned it on, inhaled it and threw it away. Continuosly. All time long. Like an obsessed. He sought for satisfaction of that inexplicable desire he felt inside. He was looking for the shimmer in the darkness. One toke afte the other, gazing at nothing. Only those continuous movements: GRAB – LIGHTEN – BREATHE IN – BREATHE OUT. On and on. So much fuel in the lighter and so few hits left of that perfect drug. He had anything else left. Only that gas to be consumed. Yet it was never enough. Maybe he had lost everything. Maybe he had no one to come back to. Maybe that someone was dead. And somehow that brown diamond relieved the weight he was carrying on the wrinkles of ageing.”