The burst of energy that has visited me does not continue to ripple. Time stops, greenery takes over the space, the air becomes harsher. You hear the juicy fig bursting. Sweet, sticky warmth envelops you. Everything is pulsating. Inhale. Exhale. Warmer, warmer. The fingertips catch on a rough, rough, wooden surface. There is so little light, but so many desires. The sweet smoke warns you - you won't go back, and you won't see anything ahead. There is no other way but to be here and now. "...a scent that wants you to stay longer"