Thought number 56

[Lucy!]

I won't remind you how depressed I am by calling and attempting to strike a conversation with you, a dialogue straight out of a Samuel Beckett script.

In a dream I once had, you danced your way across a field of lilies, occasionally cha cha cha-ing your way through the mass of flowers at your knees. There you were responsive, more human than I've ever seen you in life.

I wonder why we were ever friends, when the title seems like an impossibility in the world of your language.

-Lucy

[Dave The Dov]

"Nothing to be done" That is the opening line to Samuel Beckett's play "Waiting For Godot".
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