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Any color, so long as it’s gray*


Trees, Crescent Bay, May 2011

I’ve been watching the compilation Beckett on Film, and the work is echoing through both my night and daylight hours, thoughts both inert and restless. So maybe I had little choice but to stumble on trees banged up on a minimalistic stone stage, like Estragon’s blocking on some avant-garde set.

*Samuel Beckett,  when asked what color he wanted his gravestone.