I passed by misspellings, an abundance of painted eyes, chips of chalk and mortar. I descended again into the deepest pit of the exhibit, walked to the farthest corner of the sub-underground, sat on the ground, and looked up. From there, I could see the full glory of three stories of panoramic insanity unfolded before me. I sat in the heart of some guy’s magnificent, deranged hallucination made incarnate. And I think I got it.