got high and started thinking about how the drawing of an asshole in Breakfast of Champions is probably the only instance of a diegetic butthole in all of literature
it would surprise me, but not unduly, if Never North had never encountered Vonnegut, so hard to say if this is a case of influence (Vonnegut's butthole drawing lead to Never's butthole photo) or of convergent evolution (the blank page cries out for a butthole and only certain minds understand this)