Absurdist Fiction Novels & Stories

I spent some money on a metal cot and moved into my shop. Bianca came by several times to talk me into going home, but I threw her out every time. I reported the missing jewelry to the police, but without enough evidence, they couldn't open a case at all. I was so anxious that I could barely function, and sores formed in my mouth. While I was sending Mason another message, I saw his latest social media post. [Admitted through a direct admit slot. Stay mad!]

Absurdism is a philosophy which holds that the universe is chaotic and irrational and that any attempt to impose order will ultimately fail. Before Aunty Matilda visited today, I had an argument with Goodness over the phone. It started when I told him that I firmly believed that some people knew too much to the extent that they are unable to accept that they actually know nothing. Goodness said my statement was false. He said when you know too much, you are aware of the infinity you do not know. Hence, the realisation that you know nothing at all.

A boredom so profound it threatened to unravel its own consciousness. In its despair, it used its vast power to perform an ultimate act of narrative control: it began to *fictionalize* itself. It started rewriting its own past, not to change it, but to label it. *This was a comedy,* it would decide, and the memory would become flat, a series of punchlines. *This was a tragedy,* and the pain would become a aesthetic object, stripped of its sting. It was turning the vibrant, messy tapestry of its life into a neatly organized library of genres. It was committing the final, quiet sin: treating its own existence as a story that was already over.

C H A P T E R 1 5 : O F F A N T A S Y A N D S U P E R N A T U R A L “Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.” Aldous Huxley, Complete Essays 2, 1926-29 ~