Interestingly, he was not being morose when he said this. He was not depressed, or struggling with anything. Something in his psyche had bumped up against this age-old human conundrum: our inability to experience what life looks like without our selves inserted in the frame.
We were on our way back to Tanner’s school after a late-morning visit to Tanner’s orthodontist. I was driving. Tanner was in the back seat. I could see him in the rear-view mirror and I saw him looking out the window as he posed his initial rhetorical question.