Did anyone ever see the play "Krapp's Last Tape" by Samuel Beckett?

"Krapp's Last Tape may strike the first-time viewer as odd and unsettling: there is a minimal set, no dramatic lighting cues, nothing that a theatergoer would call a traditional ''plot,'' and only one character, a character whose only conversations are with a tape recording of himself that he made thirty years ago. "

I see a parallel developing as all these circular, redundant, self-referential threads are archived.


Here is the entire play ...during it, Krapp eats bananas. I have no metaphor for the bananas yet...

(I actually saw this performed once....an amazing vision of a man consumed with his own flashbacks, desires, internal reviews of life expressed in rambling monologues with himself.)