I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses

An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.

A successful suicide demands good organization and a cool head, both of which are usually incompatible with the suicidal state of mind.

Emptiness and boredom: what an understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair, and depression. Isn't there some other way to look at this? After all, angst of these dimensions is a luxury item. You need to be well fed, clothes, and housed to have time for this much self-pity.

Something about the goat dancing made me want to cry.

I was trying to explain my situation to myself. My situation was that I was in pain and nobody knew it, even I had trouble knowing it. So I told myself, over and over, You are in pain. It was the only way I could get through to myself. I was demonstrating externally and irrefutably an inward condition.

It's a long way from not having enough serotonin to thinking the world is "stale, flat and unprofitable"; even further to writing a play about a man driven by that thought.