Seeking Sense: Explain life to me please

By Saskia Richter

Sanne and Mirko, Claudia and Lukas, Maja and Micha, as well as an unidentified person - seven characters who couldn't be more different, yet sharing a common bond. Each seeking a sense to everything. A sense to working, a sense to relationships, a sense to life in general. But that isn't easy to find between the street canyons of Frankfurt, and vanishes around the next corner as quickly as the protagonists believe to have found it. As to whether it makes sense to use this book as a guide to a more fulfilled life? The answer is left to each and every sense seeker.

• Language: English
• Publisher: TWENTYSIX
• Release date: Apr 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9783740723095

Saskia Richter

Saskia Richter was born in East Germany in 1982. Ten years after the fall of the Berlin Wall, her family settled in southern Germany, where she obtained a university degree in Advertising and Marketing Communication. Saskia also lived in India, before coming to Switzerland, in 2013, where she now resides. She discovered her passion for books and writing during her childhood. Seeking Sense is her first publication of short stories.

Book preview

Where does sense reside?

Contents

Seeking Sense

The Yellow Coat

People will Always Eat Pretzels

Always On A Sunday

Maja and Micha

Acknowledgements

SEEKING SENSE

Senseless

Abandoned on a flowering meadow, in the middle of Summer.

My senses began to take leave of me. Without warning.

I remained, wandering through the city parks and public baths,

anonymous and alone.

Signals ignored? My travels, my friends, my fun, my life – my, my, my.

And brother Sense? Just a vague picture in my memory.

I had looked up to him, had asked him for advice.

Recently he had begun to fade. A pale shadow of his former self.

He had reached his limits – it no longer made sense.

Nonsensical

No more hour-long reflection. No annoying questions.

Freedom!

That makes no sense. It didn’t have to.

They had simply abandoned me.

The world is wide open for the broad-minded. Time for non-sense.

Loneliness? Not at all, we are in the hundreds, thousands, millions

– we, we, we.

And brother Sense? I began to miss him.

I had clung to im, had leaned on his strong shoulder.

Recently he had become weak. Senseless.

I was replete – devoid of sense.

Sense seeking

Where does sense reside? To where would it take leave?

Wherever I went, everywhere the same grotesque faces.

Ghastly and with empty eyes.

High up in the mountains – no sense.

Deep down in the sea – no sense.

Among people: in discussions and recitations, in museums and

theatres, in fun and games – no sense.

And brother Sense? He had taken leave of this world.

We had talked and considered new points of view.

Recently he had become more contemplative. A sense of subtlety.

My head was empty – devoid of sense.

Sensible

Recovered on a muddy field, in the middle of late Autumn

my senses returned. Silently and softly.

Small and somewhat battered indeed,

yet unmistakably my senses.

Small-minded at first, not making perfect sense.

And brother Sense?

Pulled half a bottle of Townpalace’s cider out of his

coat pocket and raised