Dadaism Seizes the Narrative

Dadaism Seizes the Narrative

Hedonism lit more cigarettes than usual. Existentialism understood. He, too, could wait until the tense midmorning left him.

He felt like an asshole.

He felt like a winner.

He wasn't at home.

“You see how I can use Intellectualism to completely hijack a story line?”

Pragmatism frowned, “Great job, Dadaism, but you’re the only one amused.”

A grin painted onto a dirty canvas was Dadaism’s face: “Logic. Two things constructed the same must be similar to each other in some respect. Amused rhymes with confused.”

Pragmatism considered playing along to end it, something about Dadaism needing to become “disabused” of his obnoxious ideas, but inevitably took the simpler route. He called Geology for a ride home.