This feels like the absurdist version of the Abbot and Costello “Who‘s on First” sketch. Can we leave? Not yet. We‘re waiting. For what? We‘re waiting for Godot.
Like somehow both really depressing and hilarious at the same time? 😆
Like most plays, it probably loses something on the page, so I would like to see a performance (live or recorded) at some point to really experience it.