Samuel Beckett’s masterpiece Waiting for Godot clearly resonates with the quandary faced by the ‘unfortunate lot’ hit by economic downturn. They are today’s Vladimirs and Estragons, waiting desperately for the elusive Godot (read re-employment break).
Like Beckett’s protagonists, they are entrapped in a quagmire of disablement but are trying ‘to hold insanity at bay’ even as their experienced time is attenuated and fractured.
Their sole plausible motive for existence is to meet Godot. They yearn to scream out, "We're saved!". But their wait continues. And in some, disorder and disintegration have started to seep in, perhaps disturbed by too much waiting.