People
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.
— Samuel Beckett · Waiting for Godot
Behind the line May contain spoilers.
Our reading
An editorial interpretation.
A bleak image of life as a brief flash between two darknesses. Birth happening over a grave squeezes existence into a single gleam of light before night returns. It's a compact, grim way of saying life is fleeting and always close to its end.
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