A million little pieces

I found this image at Euston Square yesterday and it seems metaphorically to sum up the current state of my life:

A million little pieces

The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It’s in a million little pieces.
I’m afraid I cannot help you.
Why?
There is nothing you can do.
Why?
It can’t be fixed.
Why?
It is broken beyond repair. It’s in a million little pieces.

(Adapted from 'A million little pieces' by James Frey)