Absurdity is one of the most human things about us: a manifestation of our most advanced and interesting characteristics.
Thomas Nagel

Kathryn Koromilas’s This Absurd Life began many years ago as a personal blog with occasional postings on life, literature and philosophy. Some posts must still be online somewhere, but in 2009 I lost most of them when – in transit from Europe back home to Sydney – I forgot to pay for my domain and the database was deleted.

I was now without a blog and without all those posts – thoughts, snippets of writing – both fact and fiction, both prose and poetry, the comments, the plans, book reviews, and so on.

It was a nice dramatic twist to my story. I was returning home after having been away for an entire decade. While away, mainly living in Greece (a hostile and chaotic nation which spoke a language that was my own, my parents brought it with them when they immigrated in the Sixties) it was the English-language world of the Internet in which I developed an identity I felt was true to whatever I was.

There – I wrote in English. It was there in that private world of English amongst the ancient world and language of Greece where I began my novel.

And then. It was gone.

Impermanence.

I’d arrived back home with no more than one suitcase and no identity. Everything I’d worked on, everything I’d built up, it was gone.

And now, like Sisyphus, I must begin rolling the blogging ‘boulder’ back up the ‘hill.’

This is, after all, the absurd life.

The Absurd Reading List
Wikipedia on the Absurd
Wikipedia entry on Absurdism