Emptiness is, I suppose, the natural state of intense and passionate people, when life is not as intense and passionate as they are – which is usually. You once spoke of living life to the fullest, about jumping forth and, in the words of Arnold Horshack, “grabbing all the gusto you can get.” By leaping into that fire you face certain death, but by resisting its temptation you also face certain death. It’s just a different kind of death. A slow, painful death. But which is preferable? Because, after all, “the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don’t.”
welcomeA blog by Vanessa Query aka Vee the Monsoon, with ruminations on topics ranging from my adventures as a dilettante/ gadabout/ starving artist to insipid missives about things and people I love to socio-political/ theoretical observations on art, entertainment, and culture. Plus some pretty pictures.
This blog is no longer. Check out my food blog, They Call Me Oystergirl, launched in September 2012.
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