Jay’s POVI had only 3 words that summed up tonight. Trauma.Cruelty.And Amy.I had entered the venue at 6 in the evening and left it by 7, and by 8 I was home, totally drained and nauseous as if I were hit by a truck.I was lying on my bed like a patient suffering from sleep paralysis. But it wasn't a ghost haunting me, stuck to the ceiling, but the photos I had seen at the gallery. If those black-and-white vintage pictures could wrench my gut, I wasn’t sure what the coloured pictures would look like. Even though my career as a