n'est pas

"Yeah, I can't really go anywhere. (...) is my ride and he's not moving."
"You mean he doesn't want to go anywhere or he literally isn't moving?"
"He's not moving. As in not moving."
"Um...you might wanna check for a pulse."
"Probably. God his mind's so blown by drugs by now I don't see any point."
"(sigh)"

It's just been such an overwhelming sadness.
The sky is getting heavier.