Real life is getting too absurd for absurd theater, absurdist playwright Minoru Betsuyaku complained in an article he wrote last month for the Asahi Shimbun.
Born in 1937, Betsuyaku grew up in a wartime and postwar environment whose chaotic aspects would naturally sensitize those so inclined to absurdism. It's an outlook on life based on the belief, or perception, that "reality" doesn't make much sense; that coherence, therefore, is a sin against truth. Nothing means anything, nothing matters, there's no point in doing one thing rather than another; no point in doing anything at all; no point in doing nothing either — and yet, being alive, we must live, somehow.
Two men wait by a leafless tree.