More on The Stranger and Existence

There is a haunting line at the end of The Stranger that I have been thinking about recently:

"Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living."

When you think deeply about this sentence, and what it says about human existence, I am not sure I have read anything...