#sisyphean task

[queertemporality]

i think people should talk more about the unique sense of hopelessness which stems from the realization that “help” in the form myth promised you does not exist; there is no help coming and you must create from scratch the tools that will dismantle (or at least diminish) your own suffering, and do this not once but every day for the rest of your life

[kiyana3692]

Can I seat on you ?🥺

[splatanastamprr]

one must imagine agent 8 happy

[rthwrms]

sisyphus and the dishes, a poem about cycles

[beardedmrbean]

[satorugojjo]

every day i must feed myself. twice. sometimes thrice. when will it end? what am i if not sisyphus doomed to endlessly cook and eat and cook and eat and cook and eat and cook and eat and cook and ea-

[alexaloraetheris]

Sysiphus is not happy, and that's the whole point

I never in my life understand Sysiphus as well as when I'm vacuuming.

Because rolling the boulder up the hill is a punishment. He's free to go to the Asphodel Meadows if he just stops. It's the promise of Elysium fields that keeps him pushing that boulder up, endlessly and forever.

Vacuuming is the same. The dust is endless, and so is the animal hair. I keep pushing that heavy machine, into every goddamn nook and cranny I can reach (but I can't physically reach them all) and it all feels pointless, but it must be done.

Could I alleviate my suffering? Could I have fewer animals? No. The dog is mom's. The two older cats have gone through enough trauma in their lives, I can't uproot them again. I can't give Kalašnjikovka away, because she may be cute and cuddly, but how do I trust her new owners won't throw her out of the house after she breaks their cups, their porcelain figures, their Swarovski bunny set? Her last owners did just that.

Could I share the burden? Have someone else push the boulder up the hill? No, my mother has chronic pain and a bad hip. On a good day she can do the dishes. There is no one to share the burden with.

Could I stop? No, because the dust accumulates. And the Asphodel Meadows (a dusty house) have no appeal to me.

So I push the damn boulder (vacuum cleaner) again and again, hoping against hope to see the Elysium Fields (a clean house). But the boulder is enchanted (the house is old, and the animals always shed). I shall never suceed. Because for a moment I reach the top of the hill, and the boulder stays still, I, in my endless hubris, am satisfied, and sit on my rock in Tartarus, in peace.

But then mother comes home, sees the dust bunny hiding in her slipper, and says: "I thought you said you were going to vacuum today! Have you even done anything?"

And just like that, the boulder rolls down the other side of the hill. And I have to get up from the rock again. And again. And again.

One must imagine nothing. Sisyphus is suffering. But if we must, I suppose we can imagine that Albert Camus has never had to push a vacuum cleaner.

[draftmonologue]

The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.

On Absurdism

1. Albert Camus— The Stranger / 2. Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth —Sacrifice and Bliss / 3. Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022) / 4. Emil Cioran— On Heights of Despair / 5. Clarice Lispector / 6. Albert Camus— The Myth of Sisyphus / 7. Franz Kafka / 8. Ivan Turgenev—Fathers and Sons / 9. C'mon C'mon—Mike Mills/ 10. Mikko Harvey — No regrets

[chai-n-ivy]

being on your period at work is so Sisyphus struggling to push that boulder up the hill

[gamingfunnyman]

me on my 916th "just gotta get to friday"

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. It now becomes clear, on the contrary, that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning. Living an experience, a particular fate, is accepting it fully.

from The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus

[mothmothwoth]

one must imagine Sisyphus on tumblr mobile desktop and a boop button

[limethechef]

What Sisyphus see’s after the 247th time he says “Keep them coming!”

[justbadcompass31]

WHAT THE FUCK IS A FUTILE STRUGGLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[g33buz]

WE WILL GET IT NEXT TIME FOR SURE A.B.A. BROS

[snake-of-sisyphus]

You are not going to believe what happened to the boulders I pushed yesterday.