amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

Rain, starting

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

It Will Get Lighter

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.