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A tall 20something stares at an oil painting of a man feeding — or being fed by — a bird. Towering and shirtless, with a plug in each ear and unintelligible tattoos snaking up one arm, the young man’s laughter floods the otherwise-quiet gallery. He sounds both disturbed and disturbing (and most certainly chemically aided). 

Welcome to the Masone Labyrinth, set in the farmland somewhere between Parma and Fidenza.

“Just so you know,