A Letter to America’s 2020

No painting encapsulates the sensation of horror and loss quite like Edvard Munch’s The Scream. The face is so jarring in its sterility, so undoubtedly loud in its declaration, that the entirety of the surrounding landscape is warped by it. Those apparitions in the corner, either as an ominous warning or an unknown onlooker, the disparity between their upright posture and the madness brought out by the kneeling and careening individual in…