I recently picked up a factory job where I have to push heavy ass carts around all night. I've been thinking about Sisyphus a lot lately, but I know that if I get past this part the job turns into an idle game so that's cool
Just because the spider is dry doesn't mean it doesn't have to handle the mental anguish of being beaten down once again by the rain. Just another day in the crushing machine we call the water cycle to a sun-dry-apologist like yourself
It's a pollution from "itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow poker dot bikini". Human information and knowledge is all being boiled down into a gelatinous soup of half-know faint memory that can never be relied upon.