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A lone man identified as Sisyphus walks uphill across a barren, rocky slope, leaving footprints in the dusty path. A massive, rough boulder rests beside him on the incline. Hazy mountains stretch across the distance beneath a pale, overcast sky.

No More This Life

BLB 18, June 2026

“Come on in, have a seat,” she gestured wearily to the plastic vinyl couch with its depressed cushions. “I take it you’re ready to talk about it all?” I look around at the weekly stay room; 1990’s almond eggshell and deep olive-sage and too much brown. It all models a…