Waiting for Beckett.

AAApparently, it’s all a life metaphor. Each day repeats. We’re passive. We’re waiting.

But then, and this is where Samuel Beckett’s (see below) play shows such genius. Life IS a bit of a life metaphor, isn’t it?
How very true that is.

So here is my theory:


Blogging’s the same.


OK it’s brief but am I right or am I right?