I’ve been thinking about a story I read some years ago, Samuel Beckett’s “The Lost Ones”, and now this photo stirs the memory once again. It was a short that I read many years ago after a recommendation from a friend. I think some time later, years later, I “got” the story and it made more sense to me. Maybe it was due to maturity, or just a fuzzy memory, I’m not sure, but now, I have been thinking about trying to track it down again and give it a second look. It also makes me wonder about the person who first recommended the book to me, as I think it held a deeper meaning for them that I just didn’t get at the time. I will likely read the story again soon, but I’m not sure it will have the same impact it has had on my for the past 15 or so years.
I am probably over analyzing this whole thing…but then again…?