Nighttime Morbidity #1

You know how sometimes, when you’re alone at night, you can’t stop thinking about the inevitably of death or how you could have a brain aneurism at any second and oh god does your chinchilla have enough food and water to last until somebody finds you?

Right? We all do that, right?

(Filmed at my old, old apartment.)

 

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