I was drawn to absurdist and existentialist theatre in college. I couldn’t completely wrap my arms around it, and that was part of the beauty, some of the fascination for me. I found Beckett’s Waiting for Godot intriguing. I didn’t understand it with my mind but I did with some other part of me.
I maybe do better today. Well, especially today. And, the absolute absurdity of my constantly, ‘needing to know.’
I’m finding I know so little.
And it bothers me today.