tonight, or right now, well … it’s like… well

Should be should be should be should be

Somehow you’ve gotten completely off story.
Not exactly
You’ve taken some sort of wrong turn into visual experiments again.
Plots always start to bore me and things catch my eye and I follow.
And I thought this was a comedy.
It’s hard to tell.
You’re telling me.
Am I?
So what’s going on now?
Well we’re here looking across the street at Willoughby and there is a sort of triangle drawn by the three of us.
Then what happens?
Nothing. We wait and see what Willoughby does.

Willoughby falls out off bed and rises.

Willoughby followed after his song

A song like petals in the street moving down in the wind to where we were talking and Clark said, “Now he’s singing.”

Willoughby sings softly to himself a tune with the simple lyric,”I don’t want to die” and the tune is sort of poppy and peppy and he holds onto the mattress and sings and soon it is louder and he is awake

He is silent now.