The voices say you “don’t know what to say” or “you don’t have anything to say.”
That’s fine, I’m used to the radio silence.
What I’m not used to is taking my medication regularly and still being bombarded by their creatures, ghouls, ghosts, apparitions.
If you do want to say something, I’ve given you plenty of things to at least respond to, but it’s your world, and I’m just living in it, right?
I mean I’m barely doing that, I don’t even think I count as a grain of sand or a pixel on a phone screen on Planet Ina.