Today's agenda was supposed to be about the meaning of life, but things took prophets a turn when the committee discovered that the coffee machine had been replaced with an existential crisis.
The precipice of existence loomed before us, a seemingly insurmountable chasm of uncertainty and despair.
As we sat around the table, staring at the abyss, our thoughts turned to dark minimalist poetry and the search for meaning in aประก meaningless world.
The minutes ticked by, and our collective existential dread only grew, but still, we pushed on, fueled by a faint glimmer of hope.
Perhaps, just perhaps, we might find some semblance of purpose in this, our shared precipice.