what if,

like a track in a movie background, there are no lyrics to speak of, to hide?

what if all that was needed was someone at the right frequency and attentive enough to take notice.

what if lyrics are only used to conform.

lol no deeper meaning to this, just random lines. dont let your imagination grow too wild eh.

"Untitled" (Perfect Lovers). 1991

Felix Gonzalez-Torres.

Clocks, paint on wall.

"These two identical, adjacent, battery-operated clocks were initially set to the same time, but, with time, they will inevitably fall out of sync. Gonzalez-Torres created this work shortly after his partner, Ross Laycock, was diagnosed with AIDS. By assigning these redundant objects the title 'Untitled' (Perfect Lovers), the artist transformed these public, neutral devices used for the measurement of time into personal and poetic meditations on human relationships, mortality, and time's inevitable flow. Of the light-blue background, Gonzalez-Torres said, 'For me if a beautiful memory could have a color that color would be light blue.' "

i know winnie posted this before a long time ago, but the intricacy of the treatment of subject matter still haunts me.