Love

It seems when people talk of love, or make videos about love, or songs, there is great imagery, momentous upheaval, wings and skyrockets, flashpots and fog machines symbolizing some great longing and a desire to own and to conquer.
I'd love to make a video about love that was nothing more than a photograph every day of the same spot in the heavens.
That's love, my friends. Never changing its position but always changing its relationship to the earth. The stars don't move about us, we move about the stars, as we move about love: it's a fixed and unknown thing. Can't get rid of it, it just is.