listen to those eyes/ mad garden meat

Relationships and those couples with multiple lives. Confused with infusing technology with my primal urges. I began watching my ex girlfriend from the empty apartment across ours. She knew I was somewhere out there, just never when I would strike that shutter. I was affixed to the view finder as she would periodically pose in front of the window in different outfits. The piece then was public in a gallery. Years later our standardized comfortable love eventually dissipated into abyss. Yet she continues to stain the pieces from that time.