Preceding Limbo

Red.57, 56
Wait. Of a minute.
55, 54, 53
Nothing to do, apart from staring at the traffic outside and waiting, waiting for the light to turn green, waiting for our turn to go, waiting for something or the other.
52, 51
It`s all about waiting. And not just waiting, but futile waiting.
50, 49,
Backett had got it right, we can wait as long as we want, but Godot won`t come for there is no Godot.
48, 47
Everysingle moment we are waiting for something or the other. Waiting for friends, waiting for food, waiting for week end
46, 45
Wait for fuck, wait for shit. At night wait for day, during day wait for night. Wait is all we do, all that we have ever done, for what is life itself? A wait for the end.
44, 43
Pause.
42, 41
The traffic on the other side moves.Slowly.A bus.A van.Lots of cars.One after the other, waiting for their turn.
40
A flock of pigeons take flight as the bus crosses from their side, while I wait for the light to turn green.
39, 38, 37
Wait for her to come back. Wait for a new one maybe. Wait for the days to pass away.
36,35,34,33
She must be waiting as I am waiting. But my wait is too painfully to bear and the thought that everyone is waiting for something or the other helps ease it.
32,31,30,29
The traffic coming from the other side stops and traffic opposite it starts moving, slowly, waiting.
28,27,26,25
But thinking this way takes me in this state of limbo, where nothing moves, nothing grows. No progress no evolution. Just pure wait.
24,23,22,21
The passenger next to me yawns, opens his mouth wide and stays like that for a good three seconds.
20,19,18,17
The biker next to my window spits a red glob full on the road.
16,15,14,13,
So in this state of mine, things happen and keep happening without any sense of purpose.
12,11,10,
It`s like a slide is being shown to me which although has some continuity but no head or tail.
9,8,7,6
But it`s not hopeless, it`s not without light, though Godot is dead, dying or absent, we have men like Beckett to constantly remind us of Godot 's absence.
5,4,3
The traffic roars back to life. The window glass shivers violently and the vibrating like a particle accelerator, the bus engine comes back to life.
2,1,green.
I take off my glasses and rub my eyes, waiting for the bus to stop vibrating fearing the vibration might break my limbo.