It’s a powerful feeling – daring the universe to end you. We all know that sensation. It’s that feeling you get when you think for just a split second about steering into oncoming traffic. Or jumping off a balcony. Or playing Russian roulette with the revolver that your father thinks you don’t know about. It’s not like you’d actually do any of those things, but the feeling is there, like a wind at your back on the edge of a cliff, gently urging you. What if… What if… It’s what my psychiatrist, better known as Dr. Quack, called the Call of the Void.
