Confessions of Nothingness

Existentialism. I think the mere mention of the word can illicit the response, aghh yep, wanker. I like to think that I understand the concept and philosophy more than I actually do. I tried a few of the main existentialist players to delve further into the world of absurdity. The only author who took me to any real place of understanding, or to a place that allowed my thoughts to apply the philosophy to my own life was Albert Camus. And read him I did. As much as I enjoyed The Plague & The Rebel etc it was The Outsider (or more correctly the Stranger but my French was never that great) that I loved the most. Aghhh Mersault – ‘My mother died. Or maybe yesterday. I do not remember.’