BIRDS 6

Anyway…I’m sorta worried about you.

Don’t be.

This ain’t gonna last. They’ll find a way to fix all this.

Who?

But it kept on spinning.

Nobody fixes anything. No pieces are ever put back together. We just learn to live on the broken ones. And when that piece breaks we move to the next broken piece, and that one becomes our world.

Eventually, that one breaks.

Eventually, that one breaks.

Eventually, that one breaks. And the pieces we live on get smaller and smaller and smaller until the final atom of that final piece splits in two. Then everything blows up. Boom. Like that. That’s where we are now. Boom.

Wanna come over for dinner tonight.

No, thanks.

There will be a fresh blanket of them on the lawn by tomorrow morning.

So I’ll rake again tomorrow morning.

How about we do some scrapbooking.

What’s the point?

Is this still about the birds.

Yes, it’s still about the birds.

I said I was sorry.

Sorry? All you had to say was, “Yes, darling, don’t worry, I see them too.” But you never did, not once.

Please come inside.

No.

Baby, please.

For God’s sake, why can’t you leave me alone?

You’re not wrong.

No kidding.

We’ll do it all over again. The proper way two married people should.

There are some things that can’t be put back together.

You mean us?

Among other things.

I love you.

Goodbye, Clark.

Where are you going?

Out.

Out there?

There are little sparkles of joy out there. I haven’t seen them in a while. So I’m going to go out looking while I still can. I don’t know where they are. But one place I’m certain they’re not is in that house with you.

Please stay with me. You’re the only thing I’ve got left.

You have your birds.