# A Love Song to the Filth We Left Behind  ## Metadata - Author: [[Ian Dunt]] - Full Title: A Love Song to the Filth We Left Behind - Category: #articles - Summary: insert summary - My notes: - Summary: And the desperate crushing sadness of becoming more sensible - URL: https://iandunt.substack.com/p/a-love-song-to-the-filth-we-left - Source File: web-only ## LLM Chats ## NotebookLM ## LLM Audio ## Highlights > I quit cigarettes years ago, then took up vaping. Late last year I concluded that vaping had also become a bit of a problem. The issue was lockdown. I had been working from home for so long that there was no point in the day when I was prevented from vaping. I could do it from the moment I sat at my desk to work. And I did. I would estimate that, towards the end there, probably one in four of my waking breaths involved inhaling vape into my lungs. I was an absolute fiend for that shit. ([View Highlight](https://read.readwise.io/read/01jt3502s2y8kbd97t6vkcwwbv)) > The Japanese have a phrase: kuchisabishii. It means your mouth is lonely. You want to be doing something with it - eating, drinking, smoking. Not for the flavour, or the need, but simply for want of something. I'm experiencing this quite intensely at the moment. But I think more generally it's at the heart of my relationship to most drugs: a sense that things might just peak if they had one small addition. That things are not at their best, but could be brought to that level with a modest alteration. An intangible, indefinable need for something abstract that might be temporarily alleviated if you keep on putting shit in you. ([View Highlight](https://read.readwise.io/read/01jt353qapvarxpwv1vy8jw3f7))