and so it went, on October 3rd of 2015, the stupid-boy-shape figured out no one would ever again fall in love with them, not until they became a different person, or until they somehow became a person again, or until they were dead. and so they posted their meaningless finding on multiple outlets of social-media, because of the innate-absurdity of everything, and their lack of consequence. and Albert Camus was not there to figure out what was wrong with what the stupid-boy-shape had figured out. and Robin Williams was dead. and Robin Williams was again dead. and the stupid-boy-shape was tired of being correct.