Ben Boyle

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The Myth of Sisyphus in Four Shapes

“May the gift of consciousness blossom, Ad Infinitum.”

Ben’s Rules for Life

The two most difficult things in life are:

“As the memories fade, I sit and think. What was it I cared about again?”

“Music, not Latin, is the language of Gods”

Face deep in a screen,

Drowning in the shallow stream.

It doesn’t let up; it never will.


Drunken Prose from a darker time

I feel;

Like I am

Being swallowed by a BLACKNESS.

Apathy and procrastinatory aspirations

Breed and fester upon my shadowy


Like leeches, they suck and drain

The physical dopamine that would

Normally fuel my happiness.

I am lost in a world,

Populated with few people and yet I fail

To pay them attention.

Selfish am I,

To succomb to such a BLACKNESS and

To be so callous as to not care for

Those who are so close?

I do not know,

For I have lost my way.