i tried to jar smoke the plan was to release it later as a prank wowing friends with magician skill i got only a stale smoke smell at the back of my throat and a collection of poisonous condensation droplets
which leads me to a further recollection involving a jar
i tried to preserve a dead duckling egg in a jar of river water even sealed it puffed gases ants became attracted inside the jar sticky decay betrayed
this then popped into my mind
i'd fill a green jar with liquid soap give it a shake and stare deeply i thought it might conjure clues of my grown man fortune my parents discovered the jar by my bed they threw it away and called me wasteful