It’s you I really want and your image that I’ve sought, yet I find myself saying, I love you, to my screens. Classical frescos in digital relief. I thread myself between the pixels I keep of you, looking out as if I’m still living in every moment. I wonder if you do the same, stare at my simulacra and elicit emotion from derivative data. One thousand words per picture, ten megapixels minimum, what I wouldn’t pay to see the flesh again. But I’ll stare, swipe, click, say, I love you on screen, and hope you know what I mean.
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.