While washing dishes after the family supper tonight, I was listening, rather idly, to BBC Radio 4, some radio play or dramatization. And suddenly I heard, in passing, what struck me as a very apt description of life itself:
“It felt intimate, surreal and meaningless, all at the same time.”
Postscript: Looked it up later; the line came from the dramatization of a story called “The Warrah,” by Lucy Catherine.