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