Breaking Bad, my beloved parasite
We want to believe our lives are those of quiet comfort, behind closed doors. Cozy nights by the fire. Instead, we might find despair behind those doors. We might find the living dead. Still, we live outside of this realm. We are not those people. We are us. And yet, Everything is connected. No acts are random. A butterfly flaps its wings. A tree … Read More Breaking Bad, my beloved parasite
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