There are glimpses past Limbo’s boundary, but the results are always unsatisfying. Although they offer proof of an afterlife, their proof never manifests hope. I have friends who hate their work and friends who feel pathetic because they’re jobless. I know people living in Dublin wondering what it’s like to live in London and people in London feeling existentially lost. The grass doesn’t even try to appear greener anymore. Nothing tricks us into seeing the other place as better. It’s the precise knowledge of what emotional state every potential life choice will generate within us. Our friends experiment on our behalf, taking the paths we don’t and then posting their results online for our perusal. I find this never makes me feel any worse about my own life. Those days of falsified social media accounts are over, or at least, their power to belittle has been stripped. Now it’s about understanding that we’re all miserable, slightly unsatisfied, wherever we are. All of us lonely. And yet, there is no community in that. Perhaps there might be if comedy wasn’t abandoned.