Tuesday, July 08, 2008

...I can't go on, I'll go on.

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:

Lemuel said...

We'll follow you there. I hope you are coming out of the funk.

Anthony said...

Hugs from London :-)

eeyore said...

no, castle of stink is my mostest favoritist ever!