"Habit is the ballast that chains a dog to his vomit. Breathing is habit. Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits since the individual is a succession of individuals…Habit then is the generic term for the countless treaties concluded between the countless subjects that constitute the individual and their countless correlative objects. The periods of transitions that separate consecutive adaptations…represent the perilous zones in the life of the individual, dangerous, precarious, painful, mysterious and fertile when for a moment the boredom of living is replaced by the suffering of being."
Excerpts from Samuel Beckett’s essay Proust found in Martin Esslin’s book The Theatre of the Absurd (pg 58)
the boredom of living is replaced by the suffering of being has to be the greatest title never used by godspeed you black emperor for an album…
(Fuente: imjustbunburying, vía close-to-the-knives)