Sisyphus

Woodcutting by William Wolff

And so he is rolling rolling rolling, down the hill, arms tucked in. His head is actually like a rock, it becomes his center of gravity, he is smiling, he is happy, he is building up speed. According to the famous story told about Sisyphus, it was a rock, a giant boulder, a piece cracked loose from the Atlas Mountains, that Sisyphus was condemned to roll up the hill. No one remembered his crime, or his trial, nor the moment when sentence was passed. They remembered only the punishment, this problem of rolling the giant boulder up an enormous hill, and having it again and again slip away, slip out of his hands, as if it were living, as if it were the living will to punish him, just as he neared the top of the hill…