She dragged me through her hall of accolades: a mile of marble with endless shelves ardorned with crystal statuettes. “You know, we really did help the nation heal after 9/11–we came on just three weeks later.” She pointed to a glowing chamber dedicated to every episode of her first situation comedy. “What proved bizarre is that, after the first season, we truly had the same premise for every episode. All we did was change the name of the episode. Nobody noticed the difference.” She pointed me toward a room with my name on it. Inside was a giant stone ball and a hill higher than any on earth. “One must imagine our audience happy.” She shoved me into the room and locked the door. “One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
Keegan Shepherd 