Enough of mindless breathing! Let’s stop wasting air, inhaled without any pleasure. In times that are laced with thick smog, we recall a text from the archives of “Przekrój”.
A few breaths of fresh air often provide me with more energy than a multi-course dinner. Because, although a feeling of worry plagues me and all I want to do is heave a big sigh, upon swallowing a larger portion of oxygen once or twice, my mood immediately becomes brighter, while my deep breaths finally turn into bursts of laughter.
Molecules of air are therefore my reliable allies – my consolers proven many times over – who are ready to come to my rescue whenever I summon them. After all, I have an abundance of them at my side at any given moment. I can count on them more than anything else, as I cannot always have a friend, my favourite dog, trees or flowers within reach. A man who could make the air the object of his desire would probably never walk the planet with his head hung in despair as a bitter and disappointed lover.
I sometimes imagine that I am practising my deep br