I am standing by the road, smoking, not touching anyone. A man passes by. He suddenly stops and looks into the rubbish. He puts his hand there, gets a barely blurred and completely fresh bouquet of some blue flowers. He scratches, inspects from all sides, recognizes fit, removes excess cellophane and puts it on his hand, as if he had just bought, goes on. It seems to be pleasing to a woman. I’m standing, smoking and I don’t know if it’s lifehack or p... kids.