Tick tock tick tock. Seeking for complements, are we?
A savoury to your sweets, a delicate to your coarse. An entrée to your dessert, the infinite heat to your everlasting cold. Like an apron to your kitchen. Pristine to your filth, cream cheese to your bagel, plastics to your rubbish. Or those croutons to your chicken soup, black boots to your winter coats. Like Lisa Hannigan to your Damien Rice.
And, if you’re lucky, the right to your wrong.