Camus says we're incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time, but

we're happy. We're early Beatles, runner's high, chocolate egg cream happy. We're 4th of July weekend, Bernie Williams, Monday crossword puzzle happy. We're sunshine after storm, we're using the royal "we." Our face muscles hurt from holding in an ear to ear grin. We look like idiots, but we're not ignorant. We're smiling at strangers, swinging from cherry boughs like Look Homeward, Angel, gasping in the stairwell happy. Stupid with joy, we've forgotten why melancholy is more attractive. We're not in the mood for drama. We like getting caught in sudden rain storms. We think taking four finals could be fun. We're unhipster, crossing our fingers, drumming on railings. We're so happy, we have nothing interesting to say.