Willoughby goes to the store and the ailes spread out before him long like a river and he puts his hand in that river and pulls out not a fish, but a can of fish and a can of soup and a can of beans

and he throws them into the chromed cart where they make a satisfying metal on metal clang.

Thinking about Willoughby crossing the street and stepping down the stoop steps towards us and is it raining? Well it was today and there are all the other pepople moving about in the ritual morning as he comes closer and Clark is calling out to him, “Hey Willoughby! How are you doing? How’s it going Willoughby?”

No answer.

“What the hell do you keep saying to yourself,” asked Clark. “Something about… ‘you’re gonna cry’? Is that it? Seriously how are you doing?”

And Willoughby sort of shrugs and he has to admit, “I don’t want to die.”

So there is a sort of horror moment before Willoughby stands and the top of the stoop and steps down towards the street and we are all looking at eachother, or not looking at eachother and clark is quiet for a moment: