When the images of earth cling too tightly to memory, when the call of happiness becomes too insistent, it happens that melancholy rises in man’s heart: this is the rock’s victory, this is the rock itself. The boundless grief is too heavy to bear. These are our nights of Gethsemane.
--Albert Camus, from “The Myth of Sisyphus”
Micheltorena Street and environs, Silver Lake, California, in the rain: March 24, 2011.
ALL PHOTOS BY HEATHER KING
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