I prowl through Sasha’s bookcase while she cooks, fingering the philosophers couched between the classics. There’s something purposefully eclectic in her selections, Kafka and Satre cuddled up to Caroll and Chaucer. I trace a line down The Catcher in the Rye’s spine and ask, how many existentialists does it take to screw in a light bulb? She does that little laughing sigh thing that sounds like resignation. The question is irrelevant, she tells me plating another pancake, the answer is in the question. Fish, I say hopefully, and this time it’s all sigh and the smell of burning sugar.
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.