I have this thing about open spaces, boundless voids, abyss, oceans, space...they give me this feeling of existential dread. A feeling of impending doom. The thought that at any moment I could be ripped into the silent unknown.
@ChickenParmPapi Food is love. My grandma didn't speak english, and I didn't speak Italian. She showed her love in a lot of ways but cooking was the big one. Now when I cook for friends that's my way of showing love for them.
I have this thing about open spaces, boundless voids, abyss, oceans, space...they give me this feeling of existential dread. A feeling of impending doom. The thought that at any moment I could be ripped into the silent unknown.