Waiting for Godot

This play is iconic, so I'm glad I read it. And it is conceptually brilliant, a story about nothing, probably with deep existential themes if I cared to analyze it. But as such, it was painful to read.

What can I say? Bleak? Depressing? Inspires countless personal crises of meaning? My favorite kind of literature! The first time I ever read Waiting for Godot was in high school detention - how perfect.

will i ever be able to take my boots off without having an existential crisis now? probably not.