A little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe | Samuel Beckett, 1957

Hamm:

One day, you’ll be blind, like me. You’ll be sitting there, a speck in the void, in the dark, for ever, like me.One day you’ll say to yourself, I’m tired, I’ll sit down, and you’ll go and sit down. Then you’ll say, I’m hungry, I’ll get up and get something to eat. But you won’t get up. You’ll say, I shouldn’t have sat down, but since I have I’ll sit on a little longer, and then I’ll get up and get something to eat. But you won’t get up and you won’t get anything to eat.You’ll look at the wall awhile, then you’ll say, I’ll close my eyes, perhaps a little sleep, after that I’ll feel better, and you’ll close them. And when you open them there’ll be no wall anymore.Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn’t fill it, and there you’ll be, like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe.Yes, one day you’ll know what it is, you’ll be like me, except that you won’t have anyone with you, because you won’t have had pity on anyone and because there won’t be anyone left to have pity on.