I was deciding whether or not to hang the laundry on the line one windy afternoon in West Texas, when the awareness of how meaningless my life was, landed like a wet sandbag in my arms.
I just stood there, feeling the soggy, miserable weight of it, wondering what I should try next to fix it or where I could run. Coming up empty, I did what rational people everywhere do in this situation. I screamed as loud and hard as I could into the wind: