So where does that end, Frank? Because I look at you and my heart breaks because all I can see is just this endless, echoing loneliness. I’m not lonely, Karen. Bullshit.
We are all lonely.
I sometimes think that that is all that life is, we’re just- we’re just fighting not to be alone.
So what do you want, Karen? What should I do? Should I let it go? No, but I want there to be an after. For you.