<b>WINNIE</b>: Sometimes I am wrong. (<i>Smile.</i>) But not often. (<i>Smile off.</i>) Sometimes all is over, for the day, all done, all said, all r… - Samuel Beckett

I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.

Yes, there is no denying it, any longer, it is not you who are dead, but all the others. So you get up and go to your mother, who thinks she is alive. That's my impression. But now I shall have to get myself out of this ditch. How joyfully I would vanish here, sinking deeper and deeper under the rains.

The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible. Fuck off, she said.