Two beings...me and myself.
Silhouettes.
A suspiciously loose embrace...
Hands hover.
One looks stoically to our left.
One has no head.
Or is the head above the canvas,propped on a giant, giraffe-like neck?
Why are the hands so fleeting? So undefined?
Is that a window?
Are we inside?
Are they speaking? Staring?
Can a being with no head stare?
Is one without a head really a being at all?
What's the conversation?
Is there conversation?
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