Saturday, October 28, 2006


It seems like we're always waiting for something, or someone...

Waiting: A Novel

Waiting for Godot

Waiting for Guffman

Waiting for a cab, for a break, a reply, a plane.
Waiting for a doctor, a lawyer, a friend, a lover.
Waiting for the lights to change, the wind to let up, the rain to stop, the show to begin.
Waiting for the train, for the night; for him to call, for her to finally come back home.

Vladimir: Well, shall we go?
Estragon: Yes, let's go.
They do not move.

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