Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Sisyphus

I was momentarily disoriented in the stairwell this a.m., after walking Schroedinger.

We did our normal post-walk head butt - he, pausing to make eye contact, and I, bending to touch heads - but when I looked up I'd somehow lost my place, and the staircase seemed to ascend in a never ending fashion.

I wonder if Sisyphus ever experienced this, forgetting where he was at that pivotal moment when the rock nearly came to rest at the top of the hill.

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