Introduction The job is stable. The relationships are okay. There is food on the table, a routine that works, and nothing nothing specific that you could point to and say: that is the problem. And yet. There is this feeling. Quiet, persistent, difficult to name. A kind of hollowness underneath the surface of the day. A sense that something is missing, even though you cannot identify what it is or why it should be missing when, by any reasonable measure, things are fine. "Why