The Absurdity of Life

Once again, though no one will see it, I must "make" my bed. 

Tonight, I will "unmake" it. And so on. My life is absurd. 

-- the brilliance of Roz Chast 

Much like this cartoon Kafka, I, too, make and unmake the bed, daily. It's absurd yet necessary for my well-being. So much absurdity surrounds us, so much doing and undoing. But the done/undoneness of where we lay our keppies, at least we can control that. As for the rest, it's pretty much up for grabs.