The worst feeling in the world is having no voice. You open your mouth, form words, push air, and still no sound comes out. You think, “Aha! Perhaps the pen will be mightier!” You dig one out of the drawer, push it to paper, and it’s dry. The ink in every pen you touch turns to dust; pencils shatter and splinter; lead evaporates like steam; paper burns on contact. Even on the beach, a stick goes limp and turns sand to stone. Gestures to passersby are blind to shuttered eyes, and their ears can’t hear your frequency.