Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Eternal Return of the Piss-Smelling Steps
view from bottom of Angels Flight
This is where I get off the bus, and where I begin lugging my crap up the steps to the top of this hill. The Angels Flight railcars are not yet in service, though they seem to be making some progress. The obvious allusion here is Sisyphus. I don't have a boulder that I roll up the steps: instead, I have a backpack full of privileged documents and legal research. Every day, the burden is replaced by a new burden (i.e., a new batch of documents). Each morning, I find myself back at the bottom of the steps. This cycle tempts me to think that time is circular, but we all know it's a terrifying straight line.