Dr. Sock, a renowned expert in the field of Sock-Related Trauma, has called in to see me today. He's been experiencing a severe case of Existential Dread.
"I mean, what's the point of it all?" he laments, his voice shaking asประก he holds up a faded, fuzzy sock. "Is it just a fleeting moment of comfort in an uncaring universe, or is there something more... something more... substantial to it?"
I nod sympathetically, trying to keep my expression neutral as I scribble some notes on my pad. "Tell me, Dr. Sock, what makes you think this sock is substantial?"
Dr. Sock's face contorts in anguish. "Because... because I've invested so much of myself into it! The memories of countless nights, the warmth, the comfort... it's a part of me!"
I take a deep breath, trying to think of a way to steer the conversation back on track. "I see. And what do you think might be the root of this... existential dread?"
"I... I don't know," Dr. Sock admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just feel like I'm stuck in some kind of never-ending, sock-filled limbo."
As our session continues, the lines between reality and absurdity begin to blur, and I start to wonder... what exactly is going on here?
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