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He thought of death in its infinite groanings, of Aztecs ripping out living hearts and of cancer and three-year-olds buried alive and he wondered whether God was alien and cruel… he stared at the sun coming up behind the Capitol, streaking the Potomac with orange light; and then down at the outrage, the horror at his feet. Something had gone wrong between man and his creator and the evidence was here on this boathouse dock machine.
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He thought of death in its infinite groanings, of Aztecs ripping out living hearts and of cancer and three-year-olds buried alive and he wondered whether God was alien and cruel… he stared at the sun coming up behind the Capitol, streaking the Potomac with orange light; and then down at the outrage, the horror at his feet. Something had gone wrong between man and his creator and the evidence was here on this boathouse dock machine.
176 x 89 x 73 cm
2007