Sisyphus's Blues
Good Morning, Blues.
How do you do?
I’m doing all right.
Good Morning. How are you?
The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
These words, both sets, are about an edge. They are about neither misery nor an easy comfort. Camus’ essay has a lot wrong with it. Camusian absurdity is too much a disappointed attempt to fulfill a desire we do not all share and are gradually putting behind us. It is too much a history. And the