hollowness

It reminds them of their own hollowness, which provokes a lashing out.

It's a great summary of the hollowness of the article.

It's immense, which makes its hollowness even more shocking.

The density of experience is intense, it makes for a strange hard to pin down hollowness on return.

No engagement, no feeling, no heart... just hollowness and a missed opportunity.

Every answer you make exposes the hollowness of your supposed "working knowledge"!

I feel a kind of hollowness eating me out from the inside every day I get a little older wondering where the Hell we all went wrong.

Had we on the left not grown so lazy about our addictions to the easy ways of state corporatism, she would perhaps have been less successful at so cruelly exposing their hollowness.

The hollowness of most adolescent experience; Go to school, learn what we tell you to, do as you're told, the general high school experience means that socialising is where most adolescent's mental energy goes.

Junkspace is overripe and undernourishing at the same time, a colossal security blanket that covers the earth in a stranglehold of seduction… Junkspace is like being condemned to a perpetual Jacuzzi with millions of your best friends … Seemingly an apotheosis, spatially grandiose, the effect of its richness is a terminal hollowness, a vicious parody of ambition that systematically erodes the credibility of building, possibly forever.” Koolhaas was referring to the airport and the strip-mall and the single-zone sprawl, but he could have been talking about Facebook.

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