May 10, 2012

“He reappears at the edge of the pit, blinking – neither refreshed nor rejuvenated – merely there, again. And what he endures with Sisyphean resolve, I experience with facile excitement. But don’t get me wrong. I love it, as condemning as that sounds. We jump again and once more he leans into it, fists clenched in heroic effort. I lean back smugly. This time it’s me who knows better.”