We’re waiting for Godot.
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What are we doing here, that is the question.
Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it’s awful.
We all are born mad. Some remain so.
There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.