Therapy doesn’t help. I don’t know if it does on TV, either, but it serves as a narrative device. I wish I could watch you back like a plotted session. I don’t know who we’d hire to pretend-counsel us. We’d mostly see the back of their head – they don’t need to be pretty.
Are you having an affair? Are you bored at work? Do you wish you’d taken other turns, been on dates with internet lovers? Do you have any lovers online? Have you ever felt a kidney twitch? Do you know the difference between blocked sinuses, heart attacks? Do you know what metal is? Are you already melting me down?