kafkaesque, but entry-level...

absurdist /əbˈsɝd.əst/ adj.

Although I’ve come to this word by thinking about Franz Kafka’s writing with ever-increasing frequency (a sign of ill health or deep love, I’m not sure), Wiktionary defines this to be “of, or relating to absurdism.”

The noun form, absurdism, is “a philosophy which holds that the universe is chaotic and irrational … that any attempt to impose order will ultimately fail.” Certainly, I don’t have information to prove or disprove this prophetic thought. More often, I associate the terminology with a literary movement. I’m reluctant to say ‘the’ literary movement, although as I type, I am glancing over many articles which do state, concretely, “the absurdist [literature] movement.” I’m not well-read in the theory of absurdism, as much as I adore writing from Kafka, Camus, Nietzsche, etc. I offer only personal anecdotes from leisure reading.

Meandering, inconsequential actions without meaning are erotic. It conjures to mind the popular phrase “[to do smth] for the love of the game.” If you challenged me to define intimacy, I would call it meandering and inconsequential, also. The best moments with loved ones are small and unpressured, unburdened by duty or purpose. Do you agree?

Absurdist or not, imagine unwittingly waking up as a beetle? On a Monday morning? That blows.