afraid of going on...

(straining against the walls...but not afraid enough...yet...:-)








“Unfortunately I am afraid, as always, of going on. For to go on means going from here, means finding me, losing me, vanishing and beginning again, a stranger first, then little by little the same as always, in another place, where I shall say I have always been, of which I shall know nothing, being incapable of seeing, moving, thinking, speaking, but of which little by little, in spite of these handicaps, I shall begin to know something, just enough for it to turn out to be the same place as always, the same which seems made for me and does not want me, which I seem to want and do not want, take your choice, which spews me out or swallows me up, I’ll never know, which is perhaps merely the inside of my distant skull where once I wandered, now am fixed, lost for tininess, or straining against the walls, with my head, my hands, my feet, my back, and ever murmuring my old stories, my old story, as if it were the first time.” 
Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable 





(i know i said no more beckett until next time...and you may well have had  enough!?...but  it's ok...  )





“For I shall be far away, before these lines are read, in a place where no one will dream of coming to look for me.” 
Samuel Beckett


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