sisyphus moves the rock up up on the hill and puts his whole damn body in it, he is so focused and he can fell the sweat dripping from his nervous body, muscles twitching, hands trembling or no, cramping up. Caullouses growing thick and heavy by every instance of his new rock endevour. He loves this. He feels the adrenaline rush of a runner’s high of a body soon to give up.
Sisyphus thinks of icarus, a guy so dumb he almost burned himself into a chrisp by taking such a sunny side up risk. He was much smarter, he had a plan a path and a routine. Wake up push a darn rock up a hill, it slides back down, harming NO ONE, mind you. He sleeps, maybe, and he wakes up and does it all again
While icarus built something, chasing some darn sunshine and warmth, how foolish. How unproductive. He must have tried to fly only to find his head that was jammed somewhere deep in the clouds. Yes that was it. He knew the truth