Rodrigo Bahadian

The Disease Everyone Loves To Hate

He was feverish. The streets were empty. The whole world, an empty pillbox. The man took precedence. He was sick before the lot of you. This is how this story begins. You might think I´m employing an angry tone or just being informative, but he was a friend of mine. He killed himself for an abundance of reasons. As one does. Until they all became numb. As if suffering from hunger. Starvation.