An underlying theme of Beckett is the nature of reality and what it is to exist. And while Beckett as a fiction doesn’t exist in any physical sense, for those of you who play Beckett, he’ll exist within the confines of your imagination as much as anything or anyone else.
The encounter can only leave an impression. Sure, he’s not real, but then – in absence – who is? We’re all reality fragments in other people’s mental reconstruction of event. We’re all part of an existential jigsaw: real in the moment, abstract in absence.
We’re all memories waiting to happen. We’re all memories waiting to fade.
Beckett is a story told as a game. It will make you reconsider what it is to exist. It is unlike anything else you have ever played.