After Selena it was hard to maintain my humanity. A great many of my daily processes disintegrated without their sponsor. My desire to socialise dwindled. I found my routine becoming that of a time-lapsed decomposition. I felt like a conveyor belt driving into a void, all progress lost at fulmination, a Sisyphean attitude that was probably the progenitor of my circumstance anyway, but my tread was indelible and never ceased to pursue its destination, despite contrary desires. It gets lonely still, but I hope to find comfort knowing wherever I end up, it’s me that lead me there.
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.