I was near my computer at this point, and for long enough to clean up the lettering with the smudge tool,then replacing them with comic sans, an apparent sin to those who faced it in grammar school. But other than the occasional panel substitution, and contrast tweaking,it remains a thing composed in a fatigue fog as shapes emerge from the white void under my pen,coalescing, gaining definition as the white retreats, it's mysteries substantiated. The story told itself,and somehow it happened through me.

And this I wish upon all of you: Find a Story and Tell it. You will Curse the Blessings and Bless the Cursings.