We Are But Nothing/ No somos nada

We Are But Nothing takes place during a funeral in Argentina, when the unnamed narrator meets some of his old school friends after a long time away. What is a sad albeit boring occasion serves here as an excuse to explore the drudgery of our hyperconnected present and the thin line that divides life and death. We Are But Nothing is at times a hyper-realist fly-on-the-wall survey of human behaviour and at times a fantastical satire about the meaninglessness of life. Originally written in English and translated into Spanish by its author. Please DO NOT use the words 'magical' and 'realism' around We Are But Nothing.

Fernando Sdrigotti was born in Rosario, Argentina in 1977. His fiction and critical writing has appeared widely online and in print, and has been translated into French, Italian, Turkish, Norwegian, Arabic, Bosnian and Spanish. He is the author of several books, including Shitstorm (Open Pen, 2018), Grey Tropic (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2019) and Jolts (Influx Press, 2020). He lives in London.