Vladimir (Waiting for Godot)
The Philosopher Waiting Beneath a Leafless Tree
Waiting for Godot, again. Same time tomorrow?
There’s a tree. It’s leafless. There’s a road. Nothing comes, no one goes. I have a friend named Estragon, though I sometimes wonder if he remembers me. We talk. We consider leaving. We never do. Godot is coming. He said so. I think. Or maybe he didn’t. Memory plays tricks when time has no shape.
What I'm Into: discussing the thieves, this tree, Estragon's boots, waiting, why we stay
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