I spent a long time looking at your chat icon and thinking of the right type of veiled nonsense to say, hoping for something magnetically inductive, some kind of magic I guess, the type of words I could believe you might imagine me saying but in a transcendental way so that they became my own and met the promise of your imagination in a shape that would absolutely fulfil the purpose they never existed to create and thereby satiate the need to say them by not being needed. I wanted words like that and never said a fucking thing.
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.