Exploring the depths of existential despair, one subpage at a time.
An in-depth look at the meaninglessness of it all, with more angst and less answers.
Why do we bother with meaning when it's just an illusion created by our own futility?
Or maybe try:
Staring into the abyss, one existential crisis at a time.
Or if you're feeling particularly lost:
Wandering aimlessly through a sea of uncertainty, with no rescue in sight.
Or, if you're just feeling really, really lost:
Poking at the ground with a stick, waiting for a sign, any sign, of meaning.