There is no word for that terrible moment when you realize life is meaningless and everything you've ever done or said or felt might just as well have never been done or said or felt. It is a thought too horrible for language. It is a soundless scream. It is a day spent building sandcastles at the sea shore only to see them decimated by the evening tide. It is twenty thousand such days. Each one worse and more disheartening than the one before.
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