I can't say exactly how I feel. I don't have any particular emotions toward the new members of the community. I think the suffering that brings them here is so vast and profound that it's impossible to fully understand the motivations behind each person's arrival. Some may be seeking comfort, others may be looking for a concrete solution to their pain, while others might simply be curious or lost. And then there are those who are suffering and will continue to suffer because, perhaps for them, pain is the only reality they know.
I don't believe there's a single or universal explanation for why someone joins this community, because pain itself is infinite—a bottomless container of suffering, bitterness, and dissatisfaction. This world, after all, is merely a reflection of that pain, a place where every corner seems to be permeated by torment and bitter waters that corrode everything they touch.
I don't have any particular feelings toward the new arrivals, primarily because anonymity is the rule in this community. There are no faces or names to associate, just fragments of stories—words that surface from the screen and blend into a shared sea of pain. It's difficult, if not impossible, to form an emotional connection with someone who remains in the shadows, a vague identity that I cannot truly touch or know.
I believe that emotions, if they are to arise, come from familiarity, from consistent interaction, and from time. Even with the "older" members, it's already challenging to distinguish or recall certain details, as everything merges into a single fabric of suffering. With the new members, I find myself in a state of complete emotional suspension: I feel nothing because there's nothing binding me to them. Perhaps one day, if clearer voices emerge, something will change. But for now, they remain anonymous presences in a shared sea of pain.
