me: i wish it were easier
anna: to what?
me: to anything.
anna: yeah, me too.

felt like a Godot moment to me.
though all of life feels like a Godot moment to me. habit is a great deadener, but what else do we do here? what do we do while we're waiting for Godot? (or night?) we do nothing. we waste and pine, waste and pine.
and every day is like the last. every day is like the last. and how do we know what we will think tomorrow? tomorrow? will we doubt today?
and every day is like the last. every day is like the last. will we doubt today?
it is all mere variation. mere alternation. mere deviation. nous naissons tous fous. quelques-uns le demeurent.

i have no faith. beauty is dying in our world; it only suffers when it is not recognized. will art not save us all? it can. art-ifact-ifice will save us. oh, ambiguity, why hath you forsaken me? oh meaningless repetition, oh empty hearts that feign beat, oh polished eyes that lack the ability to let go the shine...

to all the artists of the sun, to all the poets of the moon, stride on. do not be afraid. do not. and grab the hands of those at the riverbanks, pull them along in the current of truth. do not falter, you are the leaders of men. it is you who are the remaining sympathy, the soul of the earth. the only hope for the revival of the world is to rally the spirits together and proclaim that we truly are alive!