"I've been asked countless times; 'Frank, why are you so... suicidal? It can't be that bad, can it?' And you know why I don't answer?"
"Why?"
"Because, they can't understand the answer. Imagine hearing everything. Within a mile radius of you."
"That'd be loud."
"Now imagine that, but you can understand it all, all at once. And most of it you don't want to hear, you don't want to know. Secrets you should never hear. Someone else's phone calls, someone's pin number for the bank, government information that really did have a reason to be hidden. And you have no choice in the matter whatsoever. It leaves you without sleep, without hunger, without a sense of safety, with a need to distract yourself. And there's almost nothing out there that does the job. Not a pill, not a hobby.
"It's like trying to imagine the number one billion in your head. You can assume, but you'll never fully imagine or process it.
"Imagine being forced against you own will to imagine a number even greater than that. Imagine that, Isabella."
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