Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
— Macbeth, Macbeth · William Shakespeare
One empty day just crawls into the next, and the next, going nowhere.
Hearing of his wife's death, Macbeth looks at the future and sees only meaningless repetition. It is the bleakest moment in the play: a man who murdered for a crown now finds that time itself is empty, and life a story told by an idiot, signifying nothing.