Apoptosis is when a cell chooses to destroy itself so the rest of the body can keep living. Something ends so something else can continue.

I started thinking about this idea in a more human way. There are moments in life where a version of you has to die. Not physically, but mentally. People get sick. You fail. You lose things. You start over. Things fall apart. It can feel repetitive and unfair, like you’re pushing toward something that never really arrives.

That’s why I keep coming back to Sisyphus. He pushes a rock up a hill forever, only for it to roll back down. It’s pointless. It’s exhausting. But like the philosopher Albert Camus said, we must imagine Sisyphus happy. Not because the task changes, but because your relationship to it changes.

This film sits inside that space. A place where life and death feel routine. Where effort and collapse happen side by side. Where there is no clean escape, no working elevator to the top.

For me, apoptosis and Sisyphus are connected. Parts of us break down so we can keep going. We fall back down but choose to climb again. The world can feel absurd and meaningless, but in embracing the hill, we can find happiness in the process, as Sisyphus did.