Tapping the tabletop lightly, trying to remember a staccato timpani arrangement by movements so my mind doesn’t have to worry about eating itself, I ask Jo, what constitutes hate speech for mutes, and he shrugs, cocks his head about three degree, then scribbles quietly in his book. It takes a minute to recognise the missive he slides in front of me — Saying nothing is the worst crime. Startled, I stop tapping. Jo reaches out sharply, flips the note, strikes his palm to the table and beats an IO. I read what he wrote and it says — Go for baroque.
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.