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?

...

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i see a website

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

But seriously, thank you, Jack

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Thank you, Jack

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

...

part of an old note. It will get lighter.
"Put a blanket."

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.