In the depths of a postmodernist abyss, there exists a void so profound it defies categorization. It's a chasm of nothingness that has been filled with an infinite array of meaningless things.
A space so devoid of purpose, it's like trying to find meaning in a Salvador Dali painting.
Or, as the great philosopher, Jean-Paul Sartre, once said, "Existentialist architecture is like a void in the fabric of reality, a gaping hole that stares back at us with an unblinking gaze."