Gaiman. Separating the art from the artist doesn’t really work on a sliding scale with this level of wolf-sheep monstery. Not for me anyway. It’s all going on the kindling pile now, and the memories associated with the work can pass with the pyre. Social media distortion disclaimer: this is my personal position, not an instruction. You can handle your relationship with him and his work as you choose. But for me, it’s a solid burnout.