Vivere l'assurdità della vita: il Mito di Sisifo.

Every day, life presents us with a series of activities that we repeat tirelessly, in the routine that lulls us from morning to night... We feel reassured by all this... same commitments, same people, same beliefs (science, religion...): everything the same every day of our lives. I work Monday to Saturday, Sunday at the beach. I work Monday to Saturday, Sunday in the hills. Together with others who work with us and who go on excursions like us. Then, one day, for a brief moment, we are struck by the terrible realization that nothing makes sense... every action is meaningless, every purpose is meaningless, life itself is meaningless. Troubled by this thought, we immediately abandon it to return to our comfortable cocoon. But something has happened... We no longer feel as comfortable as before... we notice inconsistencies, concessions, paternalisms, consolations that now appear to us in their sad guise: they are palliatives to make life bearable. What can we do? We can't go back: we've seen nothing! Is it possible to live with this absurdity? Here's the story of the myth of Sisyphus and Albert Camus's interpretation of it. Enjoy (well...)! The photo I used for the thumbnail was cropped from an image of Albert Camus for H. C. Bresson's shot. This video is dedicated to the memory of Arianna R.