The now knowing me imparts
The knowing me eats of that tree
Feeds on the flesh
And scratches itself to death on the bark
MIKE AND FAITH SIT ACROSS FROM EACH OTHER, HANDS ON TABLE.
MIKE:
You want things
FAITH
Things I can't have.
MIKE
Even if I could as that kind of man, it wouldn't work and you know that. It's something we could never have.
FAITH
And I can't stop wanting it.
FAITH has dark Armageddon like future-flashes of her and MIKE. Marriage, kids, happiness, then distrust, deception with their beautiful children haunted by despair
MIKE
There's nothing I can do. I don't even know what to say.
FAITH
There’s something we can do. We can be with different people for a while. We can learn to want something else. I can learn.