Act II, Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5
Maybe it's the cold and grey day outside, maybe it's the melancholic email just received from a friend, maybe it's the huge overnight drop on Wall Street, but I am reminded of "Waiting for Godot" and our inherent existential "'angst" and never-ending quest for the meaning of human existence.
Beckett's play is a metaphor for the futility of man's existence when salvation is expected from an external entity. I never metaphor I didn't like - and this one is no exception!
