I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image.
Samuel BeckettReality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.
Samuel BeckettSilence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.
Samuel Beckett