beckett-nothing

September 9, 2024

Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful.

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Thought:

“Poet! I like not mealy fruit; give me
Freshness and crispness and solidity;
Apples are none the better overripe,
And prime buck-venison I prefer to tripe.”

Walter Savage Landor

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