My name is Richard Caldwell. I may or may not have been raised by coyotes, but I have lived the life of a freelance writer since the Fall of 2000. My elder sister was murdered then. She was a better scribe than me, so as she was deprived of her future I am doing this for the both of us. Whenever I am able to gnaw through my blue collar I have worked as a citizen journalist, interviewer and poet, though I have picked cotton from every salt mine along the way, all over the country.
What is nilskidoo? It was a coin termed by me many, many years ago. The nil means little to none, and the skidoo means both exit and change, so the two terms taken together seem to dress our tribulations rather tastefully. For the foreseeable future, it is the title for this endeavor, this glorified blog. Heavy on the coffee and cigarettes, it lives and breathes with its hands waxing philosophical endlessly up the skirts of Absurdism.
What is Absurdism? The point of Absurdism is that there is no point to anything, unless meaning is created in hindsight. Like l’esprit d’escalier.
The nilskidoo collection of essays is more about perusing unfinished ideas rather than selling snake oils, an inner monologue given tangible form. Being an autodidact I have always been one to make up my own mind, so my convictions regarding everything under the sun are an unapologetic hodge-podge of what feels right by me. I am American by birth, although as with any student of history I am no patriot. I am devoutly anti-Capitalism, anti-censorship, anti-fascism, anti-racism, anti-sexism and anti-creamy style peanut butter. Particularly with chunky style being such an inherently viable alternative.
I worry the older I get that whatever passion I do possess is transformed into melancholia. Without exception everything online is impermanent. And in that respect, one might say that the nilskidoo is an ongoing suicide note. For if there is a god it is the future. None can define it while many presume to speak on its behalf. All wish for it to deliver unto them, yet within it lies the destruction of every last one of us.
Contact me by way of firstname.lastname@example.org but be forewarned that my candles are burnt.
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