These are photographs of me, or of how I see…
We’re all shackled in one way or another, waiting for our little godots…
I’m Estragon the poet…
Is He arriving? Godot is always late.
I wait and I wait …
And I wait …
Like Vladimir the thinker, I keep myself informed …
I want a branded watch to tell me I am a lucky Pozzo…
Am I a cookie-cutter person with cookie-cutter dreams and desires…
Or can I be my own work of art, recognizable to myself…
I want to be Lucky, my favorite beer…
I want to be forever on the move… forever arriving with the goods…
and then I’ll be happy-go-lucky…