The Scream, 1893 by Edvard Munch
Mosquito?
Cicada?
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee … to infinity(eeeeeeeeeeee)?
Can you hear that?
Why? Why can’t you hear that?
What do you mean, it’s not real?
I can hear it, all day, every day!
Why is my brain screaming at me?
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee … it mocks me(eeeeeeeeeeee).
What’s the cure? (There is no cure.)
Make it stop! (It will not stop.)
But you can mask it! (Thanks a lot.)
If it gets worse … (WORSE THAN THIS?!)
Why am I yelling? To drown out the noise!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee … just let me be(eeeeeeeeeeee)!
Cover my ears; it’s there.
Turn up the music; it’s there.
White noise, violet noise, brown noise; it’s there.
I don’t want a mask, a cover, a distraction.
I want silence.
Shh. Just … shh.
Inside Out 