I had a lover (I don't think I'd risk another)

Women are the bane of mankind. If it were not for womankind, the world would be a better place. They are expensive, unthinking, selfish commodities who cannot understand the grip they have on mankind. Their cruelty knows no bounds, we men are slaves to their beauty!

Let me tell you about my chains. Her name is Natalya, and I have never loved and hated a person with such vigour. And yet! and yet! what joy I feel when I am around her, her silky golden hair as it flutters in the wind reminds me of the object of Jason's desire. Her love, her hate, her scorn her selfless martyrdom is alas so wonderful and who could forget her utter contempt for me. In such a heated atmosphere, where I cannot help but imagining strangling her and caressing her so gently with my touch! Oh! What joy it would be to kiss the ground she trod on while she spat at me. That is of course known as the institution of marriage

A Brief Introduction

My name is Vassily Sergeivich. I am 24 years old. I work at a small office, in a large town, in a large country somewhere. Where? It doesn't quite matter. I have decided to document my existence for I fear that one day I will be lost to obscurity, just as we are all lost to the sands of time. I am not quite sure what will happen in the future, to me at least. I don't wish to die in the cubicle alone, I don't wish to die worthless, I don't wish to die, and at the same tie I cannot wait until Hades embraces me himself, to taste the ash in my mouth, as Job had done so many centuries ago.

Ever since I was younger, I dreamed of being an artist. Several years on, this dream has withered into dust, like many of our dreams, hopes and aspirations. What is left, after these things die? Who knows, we are shells of beings, husks, if you will. This medium is used by men to chronicle their conquests, or by women to chronicle the lovelessness of their lives. I will use it to chronicle my journey, from a boy full of life and vigor to an adult whose only mistress is ennui.

What could one possibly want with life anyways? I've asked myself that question. Perhaps one day I will find the answer.