je rêve à Sisyphe

Sometimes, sleep takes hold of our bodies during the course of the day. While life proceeds, unperturbed by our absence, we succumb to this state that for all intents and purporses is no different from death save by our eventual ‘resurrection’ that occurs soon after. So I fell asleep though it was daylight but after an hour or so, my rest was broken by the vocalized incantation: One must imagine Sisyphus happy. And I opened my eyes and felt this pain. One must imagine Juan happy ….