Standing in what used to be described as a garden, well some might still term it such but the puppy has put pay to it ever appearing on BBC2. Standing in the garden thinking about the events of the week with Totally Wicked and the EU court and the petition. And it struck me how much vaping saved my life.
Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel. Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon. Like a carousel that’s turning running rings around the moon. Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face; and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space. Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.
As a physicist I’ve held a long-term fascination with the aural and visual splendour of the subject. As an artist I hunt out aesthetic pleasure in everything and vaping is no exception. What is the point in art? To me it serves to illustrate life, provide answers to questions and give a sense that we are all part of something so much bigger than ourselves. The intrinsic beauty of art can both challenge and reward. Vaping is art.
You learn a lot about yourself when cramped into a house with people you are related to but wouldn’t have made the cut if you’d been given free reign with the invitation list. You learn a bit about your vaping kit as well, giving run outs to those that wouldn’t normally be seen in your hand.