I had a nightmare in the night. In this nightmare, I took a device into my time machine and went back to the late 15th Century. It was Holland and I travelled muddy roads and asked terrified natives where I could find a one "Hieronymous Bosch". My Dutch is fluent, by the way. I found the man drooling over a canvas in a dimly light studio room, humming to himself and chuckling intermittantly. I showed him my device. At first he cowered, but soon he was mesmerized and enchanted by the sights and sounds of gagging UPSIDEDOWN, raped female heads coming from the tiny viewing screen in all their digital glory. There was a cut to a time after I had left, Bosch was sitting on his bed, his hair bunched up in his hands clearly in a state of despair. There was another cut to the present and our point of view tracks slowly across a museum floor, aping the closing moment of Stanley Kubrick's 'The Shining' as a painting looms as the central focus. As we close in, details become distinct and we recognize it as Bosch's 'The Last Judgement'. The camera roams over all the familiar details of the piece, but stops and lingers on a completely new one. Tucked away in the corner, near the familiar Satanic serpent presiding over a man cowering in a barrel, a comely young maiden lies on her back, her head UPSIDEDOWN, getting throatfucked viciously by a demon.
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