I am wearing socks.

Sarky

But socks are cold* comfort in light of the desolation wrought by man upon his fellow man. Or something.

*They're quite warm actually.

Sarky

Oh! Harsh is the naked truth of reality! BEHOLD! Look upon what awaits even the most warmly-wrapped of feet! See the bitter emptiness, the harsh truths of the world revealed in this one face! No amount of wool/polyester armour can protect against the abyss that is existence without purpose, life without direction.

LOOK UPON DESPERATION ITSELF!

Yakult

*A wild sock has appeared!!*

Sarky

There is no protection from the vagaries of reality. The mind cannot withstand the pressures of an uncaring universe for long, and resorts to insanity and bitter mockery!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPMDoKpgKGA

Deki

This face among many registers the shock and denial that blossoms in his heart

Sarky

Where sanity becomes frayed, stitching follows not far behind!



Once, these feet were happy. They strode across the world like a colossus, clad in pride and stretchy wool. And now? Broken and alone, their true selves revealed little by little as the pathetic fluffy dark blue lie falls away!

Sarky

It can prove too much for entire families to bear, ritual suicides in one last vain attempt to enforce meaning on life, even at its cruel end:

Sarky

Others channel such feelings of despair and helplessness into art, seeking to inflict their pain upon others.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4X6q7rKGd0

yawha

socks to be you