It's August, all right?

I have heard of an entire work of art evolving from a single image. For instance, Sondheim's Follies was supposedly inspired by a photograph of Gloria Swanson standing in the ruins of a demolished theatre. Lately I have had a recurring mental image I don't quite understand. It's the Vatican, just before dawn, the sky growing gray, the faint sound of church bells. As the light comes up in the papal bedroom, the occupant of the papal bed -- a big bed, I'm guessing -- stirs restlessly. Slowly he becomes aware that he is not alone. Beside him, staining the impeccable linens with blood and grease, is the severed head of Antonin Scalia.

That's all I have.