By Christopher Munroe
Hello, my name’s Heinrich and this is Klaus. We’d like, if we may, to discuss nothing with you, because whatever you might believe in, rest assured, nothing is nearer and dearer to our hearts.
When you’re at your lowest ebb, and everything seems darkest, nothing can help you.
Where you think you’ve lost hope, nothing can save you!
Nothing matters, my friend. Nothing matters.
What? We can’t come in?
You haven’t time? We understand, though nothing is more important than what you’re doing right now.
Still: May we leave you with a copy of the book Nausea, by Jean-Paul Sartre?