It's not the lack of meaning, it's just a different kind of meaning. The kind that involves a lot of confused looks and awkward silences.
Or, you know, just a bunch of people staring at their phones in a park, trying not to make eye contact with the universe.
Because let's face it, the meaning of life is overrated. Who needs that kind of existential dread?
Silence is Golden, When Else is Just Noise Absurdity is Not Optional, It's a Choice, Not a Curse It's All About the Void, Where Love Goes to Die