When Existential Angst Walks in the Room, Everybody Stand Up

Or, more sensibly, just keep sitting, cos nothing is real, so nothing matters. In fact, you may as well go back to bed - only your dreams can provide some semblance of meaning and connection for your withered soul.

BUT, in defiance of isolation, pessimism, and the black hole of doom, I've realized that there's an Ent living in my yard. So many years of existential angst could have been avoided if only this epiphany had been revealed to me sooner (or I'd looked out the window).