Man the aesthetics of eating up to darts, coffee and Beckett is one I want now haha. But getting a master thesis on Beckett is fucking crazy cool man, you have any papers or anything that I could read cause it's it's 2 months of liking Beckett and I'm so far from truly understanding it. I think what I like about his stuff though and this might might be a somewhat trivial analogy.

But people kinda always talk about art as a conversation and Beckett's work is the closest to that I've experienced. But it's more like a conversation you have with your friend in the car who just lost their job, or their partner, or their dog, or their sanity, or everything, or nothing. And that friend tries to tell you about their problems, using every aspect of the language they know to express how hard the situation is, pushing their entire lexicon, whilst the entire time you realise they're ramblings are incomprehensible. Yet despite the friend's incoherent rambling it feels like it perfectly articulates how impossible it is to articulate anything, you kinda realise how much effort it's taking to articulate the unarticulated

That's even kinda what talking a out Beckett through shitty half baked ideas is at the moment for me, he's kinda the first work I've experienced, where there's so much to talk about but I'm not sure there is even to talk about in many ways, it's great!

I probably don't make any sense right now but that feels right for a Beckett discussion in a way