They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Can I see
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
no longer writing in the third person
it is hopeful