“The Kafka is a magnificent and very rarely seen moon-blue mouse, which eats no flesh, but feeds on bitter herbs. It is a bewitching sight, for it has human eyes.” (I decided to give this one eyes specifically of “plaintive[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Kind of vaguely a sequel to this one. I hope you are doing OK.
Shut up about Batman. Shut up about Star Wars. Shut up about all narratives built on wanking over manpain and solving problems with violence.
I’m taking a class! I got a carnelian mala and everything. Carnelian is supposed to help one overcome the fear of death. I’ll tell you about my death anxiety sometime.
Speaking of meditations, I have to get into meditating, but I also have to get into writing my novella and somehow managing not to be so sedentary that I actually take root, so it’s not as easy as it might[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’ve already beaten him by one novel, but that one wasn’t much good.
We both like beer, that’s something else we have in common. It just occurred to me last night that my favorite humorist, James Thurber, is pretty much what you’d get if Kafka were a gentile from the American Midwest instead[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I feel bad posthumously for Mr. Salieri. He was Beethoven’s music teacher, what’ve I got going on?
This comic probably works better if you’ve read the letters Melville wrote to Hawthorne, which in places are so passionate as to be a bit creepy. Particularly creepy is that Melville had a Thing about cannibalism, which in his writing[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Sorry this one’s kind of uncomfortably tall, though I like the way it came out apart from that. I’m particularly pleased with that first panel, where I’m doing some kind of David Firth thing with my fingers.