Sublime

depicted as a newscaster, his heads repeating along a wall of TVs. The title: Self-Portrait (Sorry I’m Such a Mess). “It’s so… striking,” Megan said. “She updated it.” Megan recognized the woman depicting Judith and cutting her own throat. She’d passed her earlier by the restroom. Now she was talking with two others by a metal sculpture of a blue a

I was speechless. It was like hearing my mother was in a book club with Hitler.

Where the horrors of actual human suffering fell short, his own imagination provided the more-extreme elements, transforming the merely shocking into the truly appalling. No depth had he not plumbed. From no horror had he averted his eyes.