Diesel trucks blowing clouds like lonely vape-o-scruffs;
Vape-o-loners sent to the far edges of the property like bad art;
Billowing e-cigarette vapors, misting around and about the scraggle-haired head like some kind of extreme incense addiction;
Sewer drains belching odd steams that warm, and light up the night;
A video from the infonet that challenges and mystifies—only one watches, alone;
The loneliest, surrounded by hordes of ghost gnats;
An industrial incinerator, on the outskirts, sending its carcinogenic treasures back down-wind toward the town from which it was banished;
The contaminated paths, currents of air, changing direction, and finding a home in an unprotected lung;
Wisdom, backward-filtered, contaminated with bias;
A group of friends, fitting the gas masks, tightening the straps, testing the integrity of the valves, so they can go out and see a movie.