Birdcage

A short Dialogue, and one perspective on the concept of WealthBecomesArt

So you’re rich now. Who cares. Sotheby’s don’t care.

This is how she replies, the sky echoes her. It isn’t thunder. But a shrivelling moonlight being wrenched into submission by the clouds. I can’t see why she’s annoyed. I remember everything I promised her and she’ll get it. She’ll get it now. She’s looking at me. As she used to, for extended time stamp…