Crossed-wires, missed signals, miscommunications and disappointments. A shitty birthday, a butter cream cake and a dime-store cowboy seven seconds short of an eight second ride. Self-conceptions or self-deceptions. What goes on when the house lights go down? Is it pity, mercy, peace or just blind groping? And these two—the other is a mirror or a maze, and just what does she see in him anyway? A way out if there’s no way in. And who’s at the wheel, who’s the Ahab on this ship? Fate, random chance, an algorithmic spell—it changes with the tilt of your head.
