“ if you've got a better plan for me, tell me. “

a velvet sky stands against their residence, providing a spacious background yet not any sort of backbone to lean upon. inside, two individuals discover that they have less in common than they had initially believed, yet by an undoable act of intimacy, a child exists between them, binding them inexplicably by the conjunction of their dna; the scientific marriage of their fears and hopes; the coalescence of their auras into one being that now sits outside their bedroom and tearfully listens to them tear even farther apart from each other. a man ventures out into the forest to annihilate the wilderness’ wildfire, neglecting to extinguish the flames in his own relationships that now threaten to consume everything he holds dear. a woman flees his fleeting embrace and falls into someone else’s; what man is truly different from another? and it's just a boy, not yet a man but suddenly thrust into that position, standing in the fragments of their marriage, waiting for his father to honor his oath to return to his family at snowfall. snow falls. and it looks like ashes.