You see, the nightmare of schizophrenia... is not knowing what's true. Imagine... if you had suddenly learned that the people and the places... and the moments most important to you
were not gone, not dead... but worse, had never been.
He found out who was cobbling shoes for me at night. Turns out I have severe schizophrenia.
— What about the... Well, you know. Are they gone?
— No, they're not gone. And maybe they never will be. But I've gotten used to ignoring them, and I think they've given up on me. You think that's what it's like with all our dreams and our nightmares, Martin? You've got to keep feeding them for them to stay alive?
— John, they haunt you though.
— They're my past, Martin. Everybody is haunted by their past.
— You can't come up with a formula to change the way you experience the world.
— All I have to do is apply my mind.