Sitting behind this large block of cement I can hear gunshots ringing overhead, I am bleeding a lot and the smell is mixing with my expensive cologne, forming an overwhelming musk, quite unpleasant and foul.

After a temporary stay in the jail following my last attempt to cover a local event, I had entertained the thought of abandoning any critical exploits. It is however the dedication to a cause that one strives for as the prime motive in any professional endeavor and so thus, I dusted off my cravat, perched my floppy hat, high on my coffered quiff and set about rejoining the art world.

Recently I, Rudyard Sneem – celebrated critic of all things art, was informed of an upcoming exhibition by the young artist Léna Virgler. Being quite a patron and holding my self in high esteem as an appreciateur I decided to attend the vernisage.