there is something I have to tell you... cardamon smells so good if you smoke it, it reminds me of the past, when things seemed to be beautiful and exciting, when everything was new and everything made sense.

- what do you think, does a butterfly recognize itself after it had fallen a sleep as a caterpillar and woke up as something completely different?

do you compare me with an insect? 

- not really, you  definitely can be defined as a beautiful creature but only in a monstrous way; everything is comparable, your beauty is comparable with ugliness, since you are a weird kind of monster, your ugliness is your beauty.

is that supposed to insult me, well it does not.

- I'm not trying to insult you and I'm not talking about beauty, it is the transformation of one thing into another that fascinates me, past you into present you, caterpillar into butterfly, beast into beauty... isn't it quite something how things can change and stay the same in the same time?

smoking kills you, cardamon heals you.