I wish I could stop, but I can't. The gentle warm air breezing past my nostrils, the faint sweet scent of heated silicon filling my lungs, it calms me, soothes my shattered nerves.
I need it, that sweet nectar, the caress of the fumes. It makes me feel whole, like being safe in the womb once again, a rare comfort in this cold world.
I have a pretty bad dust allergy, so I avoid electronic exhaust as it’s usually high in dust. But I had to admit the warm air feels good blowing on your face when you are waiting for something to load.