A life with no meaning...
I ran past the watchman. Then I was horrified, ran back again and said to the watchman:
"I ran through here while you were looking the other way."
The watchman gazed ahead and said nothing.
"I suppose I really oughtn't to have done it," I said.
The watchman still said nothing.
"Does your silence indicate permission to pass?"...
From: Parables and Paradoxes, Franz Kafka the nihilist