A plate of sausage, enjoyed alone, triggers deep thoughts about life. And some bloating of the stomach.
SITTING in a little cafe in Madrid staring at a plate of fried chorizo inspired a wave of intense self-reflection that seldom happens when observing meats. Life is like a plate of chorizo, delicious at first and then it kills you.
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