Tobacco Night Sage, Coriander, Elemi, Amber, Musk A shadow comes to play, a dusty hallway in the day. All a sudden a shape, stuff full, seams bursting and buttons come away. That scratch on a leather spine, a straight line; an echo of a star that smells like salt. One glass face with a cracked cheek. And the space a plant leaves behind. Here to one side, it presses on closed eyes: that hint of life.