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.
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Hello Vassily, please continue writing.
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ReplyDeleteI wanted to be an artist too, still trying my best to live creatively. Let's do some creative exchange! What are some recommendations you have? Have you read The Last Temptation of Christ? I adore Nikos Kazantzakis. I also really appreciate your comment on my new blog, it really made my night : )