B(u)y my love
Attention and affection, rewarding moments, and the brief blink of hope in meeting glances in fleeting moments. B(u)y my love, attention or how about a soft kiss on your stupid little lips? For sale! In a time when seemingly everything is up for purchase, we desperately reach for the hardest thing to achieve. We want to be in the focus of something and someone, in the small and only focus of the observer and for a fleeting moment believe to not be measurable against money. Maybe if we finally shun comparison and celebrate the priceless moments, we’ll make it on the scales of love and value.