When we’ve fooled ourselves into thinking we’re at home with distraction, tricked ourselves into feeling “settled” only because we’ve sold our home-hunger for entertainments, then the irruption of the uncanny, a sense of not-at-home-ness, becomes a gift that creates an opening to once again face the question of who we are. Angst’s disturbing disclosure of meaninglessness is a door to walk through: it opens onto the possibility of finding yourself. Not-at-home-ness could be the place from which you finally hear the call to be yourself. If Camus advises us to wake up from our absorption and
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