Suffer

"You're talking more and more about death, can you tell me why that is?"

"Well. I see it like this:

In death, I will be free from all of the burdens my thoughts, or disease as you call it, bring. In death, I will be born anew, and be able to function as you, and your other sheep do. And - that's somewhat of a lasting hope for me. Hell. It's the only hope. Until then it's just suffer, suffer and pretend to read.”

"I'm failing to understand how you are suffering under the circumstances you’re in?"

"But. I'm not just suffering here. I'm suffering there - and everywhere. And the giraffes upstairs mock me, and the fur grows denser, and my insides bulge, and I want my wife, and my kids, and my dinosaur back."