The title is the close of Samuel Beckett's novel The Unnamable. I feel that way this week. Weary. I could talk about why, but what's the point? Everyday a little different. Everyday the same. The temptation is to crawl into bed and stay until I decompose.
...I can't go on, I'll go on.
I'm closing down this blog. Visit my new one, This Beckett Life. An attempt to make more sense of this life...
3 comments:
We'll follow you there. I hope you are coming out of the funk.
Hugs from London :-)
no, castle of stink is my mostest favoritist ever!
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