Nick Lacans, Private Semiotician
Case One: Blood of a Poet
7 min readApr 18, 2024
I looked out the window of the Lower East Side office-studio I called home. The neon lights atop Sufi’s Tofu Parlor flashed in an almost detectable rhythmic pattern. I lit the last of my Marlboro 100’s, inhaled deeply, coughed, and then quickly extinguished it.
God, I hated smoking.