the question may be asked, off the record, why time doesn't pass, from you, why it piles up all about you, instant on instant, on all sides, deeper and deeper, thicker and thicker, your time, other's time, the time of the ancient dead and the dead yet unborn, why it buries you grain by grain neither dead nor alive, with no memory of anything, no hope of anything, no knowledge of anything, no history and no prospects, buried under the seconds...
In Samuel Beckett's "The Unnamable," the concept of time is presented as a heavy burden that overwhelms the individual. The protagonist grapples with the relentless accumulation of moments, feeling as though time is not just passing but piling up around them. This ongoing struggle leads to an existential inquiry about the nature of time itself and its effect on identity and consciousness.
The protagonist reflects on the idea that time is an omnipresent force that entraps one in a state of oblivion, devoid of memory or hope. In this timelessness, there is a profound sense of disorientation, as all experiences seem to blur into an indistinguishable mass of existence, leaving the individual feeling suffocated yet suspended in an endless now.
