The absurd is not in the world and not in us. It arrives when the two are left alone together: a creature that asks and a silence with no duty to answer. Nothing about the arrangement was agreed to, and it comes with a demand attached: account for it anyway.

The subject is endurance, which is not a story. A story requires something to happen. Endurance is the collapse that was reasonable to expect and did not come. It leaves no event behind, and it is by far the largest part of what a person does.

There is no final image. UNENDING would claim the question had been answered, and it was never going to be. What remains is not meaning but attendance. I was here. This was true. I did not stop. READ MORE…