Pretend

Anybody know what the meaning of life is?

My heart feels like a slack tangle of directionless string.
I've felt the knots before, but this is different, a knotted heart is anger, frustration, and all around crankiness; a loosely tangled string-heart is much more despairing, helpless and clueless. Denoting a lank, fractured view of the world. Don't know why or how or when or where, but you still have that wanting.
It's like nothing is real, nothing matters. This reality is so superficial and hollow feeling, like a teetering tower of empty cardboard boxes. We made this world, and it's un-making us.