The evenings

‘I work in an office. I take cards out of a file. Once I have taken them out, I put them back in again. That is it.’ 23-year-old Frits – office worker, daydreamer, teller of inappropriate jokes – finds life absurd and inexplicable. He lives with his parents, who drive him mad. He has terrible, disturbing dreams of death and destruction. Sometimes he talks to a toy rabbit. This is the story of ten evenings in Frits’s life at the end of December, as he drinks, smokes, sees friends, aimlessly wanders the gloomy streets and tries to make sense of the minutes, hours and days that stretch before him.