…the old endless chain…
Agonized about the world going to pieces? Beckett had this to say
Life is habit…..
i’ve got my faults, but changing my tune isn’t one of them
sartre’s cat thinks beckett thoughts
might not the beatific vision become a source of boredom, in the long run?
nothing is funnier than unhappiness
i am still alive then. that may come in useful.
well there we are, there i am, that’s enough
that’s how it is on this bitch of an earth.
the sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new
what is there left to try when you have tried the door and the window?
…i did not care much for good things to eat, but…
i no longer know what i’m doing, nor why, these are things that matter less and less
i don’t know: perhaps it’s a dream, all a dream