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he has been sitting there all this time. eyes wide open. but oblivious to the world that sorrounds him.a couple of times i tried to haul it off from his throne but like a phantom he always manages to find his way through the dark hallways of the building.he is bigger now compared to the last time i saw him.he is still small but never weak. every once in a while i have a glimpse of him when i am taking my shower but i have high respects for the likes of him. i just ignored his overpowering presence and pretend that he is not there. but i know in my heart of hearts he is there but never taking advantage. he is simply- just there.sometimes i wonder where he has been. there are days when he will be gone with no trace and the next morning he will be there again. striking his old familiar pose.still oblivious.still lost. maybe he visits the likes of him on those times when he is away or perhaps making love to the most beautiful female he can find. or maybe off to some exotic place meditating the profound truth of the cosmos. just maybe. those things i will never know.the first time i saw his face i was in the verge of convulsion. but i have deep affection to the likes of him that i let it pass. and because of that affection and respect i let him antagonize me even in the middle of the night. he never touched me but the dread that he will sooner or later haunts me.today i saw him again.after a couple of days of being away.still there in his old position and with the same blank stare in his face.but today is different from any other for he came towards me with much energy. i know that we will not even dare touch me but i was wrong. he jumped towards me with such enthusiasm that i was taken aback. he never did that before.my dread took the better part of me that moment. i kicked him hard towards the window.and i know i will never see him again.
ever.
poor frog.

merry sisyphus and the bored audience

i came across sisyphus last night. instead of rolling the large block of stone for eternity he was there staring in empty space and seemed to be in the midst of deep meditation.maybe i thought after all these centuries of doing this task he finally realized the futility of it all. the absurdity of the universe is overwhelming maybe just maybe he now accepts the fact that resistence is futile.i stood a few meters away from him observing his catatonic pose. i was expecting that he will levetate anytime soon like that saint who was in "agony and ecstasy" or a bright shining light from his back luminating the entire scene just like those pics when sidharta became buddha. long silence.patience i told myself maybe my dear sisyphus is still in the middle of his enlightenment process battling his own minions of demons or already on the edge of achieving his godliness.i waited.and waited.suddenly he opened his eyes. and the glitters of a new found knowledge is evident in them. atlast he made it. the finality of it all. the realization of the absurdity and meaninglessness of the universe. he walked fast towards my direction. i thought he would embrace me but he just moved straight ahead until he stopped and picked something from the ground.its a large thick stick.and i imagined moses leading the istralites out of egypt to the promised land. his stick parting the red sea and striking a rock for water to come out. its liberation.but something strage happened. Sisyphus positioned himself infront of the rock. oh no this cant be true! sensing my disbelief he turned to me and pointing at the stick he said "for leverage."there he goes again in his pointless task and here i am watching him over and over again....

(n.b. this was also published in my artamisa blog)