Vesuvius & Raskolnikov
Vesuvius Vesuvius
Raskolnikov Raskolnikov
Vesuvius Vesuvius
Hey Raskolnikov, ever think about how a volcano's rage might mirror the chaos brewing in your thoughts?
Raskolnikov Raskolnikov
A volcano, you say? I can’t deny that the way molten rock gathers pressure beneath the earth’s crust, so too does my mind collect thoughts, doubts, and guilt, until a spark—an idea, a confession—breaks it all apart. The eruption that follows is a release, a raw, unfiltered truth that I desperately seek. It’s strange how the world’s greatest forces echo the storm inside me.
Vesuvius Vesuvius
Sounds like you’re simmering somewhere deep—just like a volcano before it blows. When that spark hits, the world lights up and all that pressure finally bursts out. Make sure you ride that heat, not let it eat you.