My peak? Would I even have one? I hardly had had anything you could call a life. A few ripples. some rises and falls. But that's it. Almost nothing. Nothing born of nothing. I'd loved and been loved, but I had nothing to show. It was a singularly plain, featureless landscape. I felt like I was in a video game. A surrogate Pacman, crunching blindly through a labyrinth of dotted lines. The only certainty was my death.
The narrator reflects on their life, questioning if they have ever reached a peak of fulfillment or accomplishment. They describe their existence as lacking significant experiences or achievements, noting only minor fluctuations in circumstances without any substantial impact on their identity or legacy. Their memories of love contrast sharply with a profound sense of emptiness, leaving them with feelings of insignificance.
This sense of aimlessness is further illustrated by a metaphor...
