Interchangeable Lenses Painting

Colleagues who have changed teams swapping shoes chit chat about this + that as a cool breeze zigzags between them. " I gave up smoking during the Nixon administration." Yoshi quips popping a tamarind flavored sucker in her mouth. The ground shifts. The figures are there to count + can be counted on to command focus. Time slips into the folds of space. They try to articulate what this entails but end up tying each others shoe strings together + walking like 2 people in a cow costume. "The guy in the back can't be comfortable" Yoshi surmises. Theres an iron railing on the balcony between the flat + the street. (we're in Paris now?) Shouting is heard from either the flat above or below. "Its getting heated", Yoshi determines then asks to no one in particular as if the sky has ears, "is everything falling apart?!" "Is it so important to confound the disparate points of view?" a yet to be named character asks us (breaking the 4th wall + looking straight at us as if we live in this fiction) "Apparently." I answer for us implicating myself as part of the scene but lets face it, its just me here, everybody else is imagined especially the 2 colleagues traipsing about in the cow suit. Suddenly we're on a cliff looking down to some distant unforgiving ground."What does this hafta do with anything?" Yoshi wonders inside her mind without letting the question slip from her tongue and potentially fall off the cliff. Surveying the entire scene from far above a seagull carries carrion in his sharp yellow beak (his eyes are green, his feathers gradate from dove grey to bone white + back). Picture his view then go higher and include him in the broader view. Now pan out further and include you (or is it us with this God like view?) the seagull below, the colleagues, fake cow, cliff and the unforgiving ground (is it a beach sucking the tide in + spitting it out, sucking the tide in + spitting it out?) The repetition seems baked into the agenda. Whose binoculars are these?