The 'Batman Effect', or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Dark Night of the Soul

It is a rather dark time. The hits--as physically felt punches to the gut of morale--just keep on coming. California is on fire and my hometown is on the brink of possibly burning down with family and friends all either potential--or already--victims of massive loss.

I've been reluctant to try and articulate this vague idea I've been sensing for fear of wrongfully projecting my own personal issues onto the world, however, it continues to impress itself upon me from outside.

As a broke artist, I'm always fascinated by how the 'art world' functions in relation to wealth criminals and power. While looking into the Maxwell's extended family, in an attempt to make a connection between the Maxwell Museum of Anthropology in New Mexico and the Maxwell clan--which I've since discovered is likely a non-starter (shucks!)--I came upon some articles about the Djerassi's.