I am drawn to any kind of depravity. Airport smoking rooms hold a particular fascination for me. They are totally disgusting. I step into the smoking room in the Korean Airlines lounge. The carpet is stained. The couch upholstery has holes in it. The ashtrays are inexplicably filled with used coffee grounds. Grey men ignore one another and stare at Korean golfing lessons on the TV. There’s no need to waste money by actually smoking, one can simply absorb the atmosphere.