Ozymandias – Breaking Bad

From its heart-stomping mania born out of the dark depths of human despair,

to the tremendous acting, writing and framing,

Breaking Bad is one of my all time favorite pieces of pop culture.

Here in its final days we see revealed more than ever its classic cowboy sensibilities

of a man at the edge of the wilds.

Ozymandias

A showdown between the man and the myth.

But who will remain when the blood, grit and dust has settled?

Who will be remembered?

Say. My. Name.

“I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear —
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley —

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