Ships and Urns

Is it wrong that I ship people at our school? Like I have ship names for them already though I won't be mentioning any because, well, that's...demeaning to a person's privacy? I dunno. I know one person knows about my ships. I've got names but I won't go so far as right fanfic because that'd be seriously weird.

What I will do, though, is freak the fuck out about my assessment etc. For instance: I have an essay due at the end of tomorrow, a Prac Diploma exam and a concert on Monday, an assignment and a concert on Tuesday and a website to complete by the end of next week. A little busy.

I got my assignment play today, right after a music lesson. I decided that it wasn't the best timing that I had. We're doing an Absurd play called Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett. The point of this play is that there is no point. There are a fair few interpretations of Absurd theatre but most of them point to the metaphor of life being short or useless or meaningless. Take the following sentence for instance: "we are born astride a grave". That's one of the stimulus we were given. No idea what it means? Imagine a woman giving birth over an open grave. Weird at first, but think about it. Not literally, no. As a metaphor.

Life goes by pretty quick so what's the use or the meaning of life if it's so short? The words we say mean nothing and even less years, decades, centuries later.

Another play written by Samuel Beckett is called, well, "Play". Have a look for yourself. Here's a Link. For what it's worth, Alan Rickman's in this as well.

 


I find it amazing. It conveys how insignificant the majority, if not entirety, of our lives are. We spend an awful lot of time worrying and poring over issues that we label as important. We spend (or waste, rather) our lives and die slowly and realise, at the end of our life, that everything in our lives detract from life in general. But then again, what's the point of detracting from something that has nothing to detract from? That's the point.

That's my word vomit.

Not even sure if that made sense.

Oh well, there we go.