Getting over it
[Ferret is sitting in his room, despondent. Depression talks with him.]
Depression
How’re you feeling?
Ferret
Are you serious?
Depression
How’re you feeling?
Ferret
Awful.
Depression
Good.
Ferret
You’re pathetic.
Depression
No, you are. That’s the point, you see?
Ferret
I’m not going to listen to you.
[Ferret stands up, grabs his guitar, and begins to walk out of the room.]
Depression
Do what you want. Fill the air with sounds! Fill up the blank pages of notebooks! You’ll only be surrounded by nothingness in the end… and you know how close to nothingness I am.
Ferret
I’ll take the risk. It’s all better than talking with you about it.
[Ferret gets up and walks out of the room.]
Depression
[shouts at Ferret as he walks away]
You’ll be back! You don’t stay as long as you used to, but you’ll come back. You always do, at least for a little while…