Absence

This day will not end. No rest for the weary, so they say. My voyage from Texas to Vermont has been EPIC and I hope it will be over soon.



This is a Love comic I made a few weeks ago. My reading and writing teacher posited the question: It is possible to make a comic that speaks directly to the reader in the same intimate and less narrative, more abstract way that a poem does?

This is my response.

A man's lover left him alone in the house they used to share. He says I'm fine. I don't even miss her. But everything he sees or touches reminds him of the woman he loves. His memories of their life together haunt him. Notice the face in the moon.



Meanwhile, I'm riding through New Hampshire with a old man sleeping on my shoulder. The hour is late. My patience is thin: outlook for the future: ask again later.