he said , his hips leaning against his desk as he looked down at her . lord knows im sick of it , and its my job . for perhaps an hour and a half , nothing remarkable happened . i wanted to get out of here . he said this could cause you , in certain visual circumstances , to see black people as more white and white people as more black . his eyes drifted back hungrily to the stars . but dont tell anyone i told you that . its about the meaning of art . 