Paris, 1948. The war is over. God, many say, is dead too.

"What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes."
Layer I
Four chapters in ink. Read the panels; the notes in the margin connect each scene to history.

"What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes."

VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we go? ESTRAGON: Yes, let's go. (They do not move.)

"Take a circle, caress it, and it will turn vicious!"

"The play is over. Go home… where everything is falser than here."
To be continued… (it isn't).