To What Will Love Not

Estragon: Suppose We Repented. Vladimir: Repented What? Estragon: Oh...(he Reflects.) We Wouldn’t Have To Go Into The Details. Vladimir: Our Being Born?

I Can't Go On. I'll Go On.

The Search For The Means To Put An End To Things, An End To Speech, Is What Enables The Discourse To Continue.

Tears And Laughter, They Are So Much Gaelic To Me.

It Is Suicide To Be Abroad. But What It Is To Be At Home, ... What It Is To Be At Home? A Lingering Dissolution.