o
damn,
this is futile.
time breaks everything
down. to make a life with somebody
you take turns building and re-building.
sometimes tearing things down that no longer
serve you. most of the time, the things that are breaking
are beyond your control. so we wake up every day and try again. so what if
i’m not strong enough to do this on my own? for me, the saddest part of the story
wasn’t the pointless toil of rolling the same boulder up and down a mountain for eternity.
it’s that he didn’t have a soul to shoulder burdens alongside him. to joke. to lament: “o damn, this is fucked!”
i cry
and you
nod.
Sisyphean Tasks
