One Must Imagine Sisyphus at the Rivoli

or rather just outside it, or under it, or on the roof, or okay, he can be in it but not actually performing, like he can go in to steal their phone or to do a Mrs. Doubtfire or to get the ban(ne)d list but he can never actually get a show there, the whole point is the reaching-but-not-getting, the Rivoli can never actually be attained. The narrative demands perpetual failure because without failure the narrative ceases to exist. One must imagine Sisyphus at the whiteboard. One must imagine Sisyphus insisting that this time he’s got it, this plan is gonna work. One must not ask Sisyphus what he intends to do if he succeeds. Like Joker do: I’m a dog chasing cars, I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it. Sisyphus just wants to play at the Rivoli. Sisyphus just wants to play. Sisyphus just wants to keep making plans with you because you’re his best friend, but the plans have to fail so you can keep making plans together, because if you got a show at the Rivoli it would all be over, and then what? Sisyphus says it’s okay if the rock falls back down, actually that might be the best part because it means we can roll it up together again tomorrow. One time he rolled it all the way to Park City and then you made him laugh so hard he let it go and said okay let’s go back to Toronto. And why not? Sisyphus has all the time in the world. Sisyphus will never run out of plans. Step one is always the same: push the rock up the hill.

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