Posted by alexandra_k on August 20, 2005, at 0:18:34
In reply to I will kill myself, sooner or later who knows, posted by linkadge on August 19, 2005, at 22:27:33
there does seem to be a lot of it...
it reminds me of a play "happy days" by samuel beckett.
winnie is buried up to her waist in a mound of sand. dunno how she got there. a bell rings in the morning and she opens her eyes and is awake.
she speaks... she remembers. she tells herself stories. she tells herself jokes. she remembers things she has read. she has a handbag. she examines everything in much detail. brushes her teeth.
she has a parasole to keep the sun off.
it bursts into flame.the things we do to get through the day
to make our lives bearable
to fill in timeday two. the bell rings. she opens her eyes. she is buried to her neck...
willie puts in an appearance. he seems to have a touch of lethargy. that isn't so compatable with her needing to talk so much... they are together but stuck in their own unique brand of isolation.
he tries to come and save her
but he collapses with exhaustion.the end.
the next day
presumably...
the sand would have consumed hertheatre of the absurd.
the absurdity of the human condition...
i used to think this was what life was really like.
people who didn't like this
who felt squemish
were self deluded
in denial
couldn't face up to realities.but thats not right.
in itself...
its nothing.but sometimes the world seems like such a wonderful place
and othertimes it does notand over time our perception changes.
i wish it didn't have to be like that.
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