Puzzles and the Absurd

What Camus might have said about sorting by color

Imagine this: you're an hour into a 1000-piece puzzle, your coffee's gone cold, your legs are numb, and you're elbow-deep in 257 pieces of vaguely pink gradient sky. You’re sorting the pieces by shade (dusty rose, bubblegum, nearly-white) and you suddenly realize: this is totally absurd.

And you keep going anyway.

I’m sure Albert Camus, a French philosopher and the patron saint of the Absurd, would’ve had something to say about this.