Someone reminded me that I was a piece of bread slowly growing mouldy. At the time, I laughed it off, but it's been 2 days, and I woke up this morning with that comment in my head.

I was recently thinking about what genre of movies I prefer...and scrolling down my memory, I realized that I have a soft spot for mafia movies. I just like the dodgy shadiness of the hues, the monochromatic colours, the senseless bravado, the strict code of honour the da ge enforces. The flowery shirts, the tuxedos, the mink coats and the wifebeaters. The order. The chaos. The awesome shootout. The gray lines that are walked like tightropes by everyone.