A juicy plum plays in long shadows. As you watch it, thick smoke fills your chest. Immediately You understand – this is where the end begins. The tenderness of sentiments is velvety, but it touches more than an angry rose. They turn in, turn out, twist their heads until nothing is visible. And in the darkness, everything shrinks. Except for desire. He is majestic, sweet, gracious. He is abundant, he is profound. It gently sways, like a white wooden cradle. It caresses, hugs, warms. It whispers quietly, "I will be by your side now and forever." "... a smell that darkens the mind"