I’m trying to write a play about the meaning of life, but the meaning keeps changing on me, and I can never seem to finish it.
Characters drift in and out without warning, and sometimes events happen for no apparent reason. At times it seems absurd, while at other times events seem to happen for some higher purpose.
It started strong, showed promise in the middle, but I seem to be struggling toward the ending. I don’t think it will end today.
At least, I hope not.