Tag: love

• On love

  January 17, 2013

  Nonfiction

  Stefany Anne Golberg’s article on Waiting for Godot, and love, is worth a fistful of your private moments. You could, like Vladimir or Estragon, easily be talked into hanging yourself from a tree by the only one who could save you from it. We must escape. We cannot. We can’t go on. We do. I Read.