Some people are crossing the space around me. The tongue of flame is licking the cigarette. Street noise reaches my ears from outside the window. Somebody's lives are flashing by at a quickened speed. I inhale the smoke.
Someone dies and someone falls in love in the background.
At full speed the world is rushing towards the doomsday. But my face stays motionless. I breathe out the smoke. The camera is slowly shifting its gaze to the runs of smoke in the still air. Wong Kar-wai is crazy about cigarettes.