If we could unleash the fury of a million nursing home residents we could end scarcity and power the world forever, but the corporations will never let us do this
What does it feel like to be an older person in a multi-generational household who got an infection from a younger person who wanted to go to a bar, and then spending your last days in a small room being poked and prodded by strangers.
Of course, their last sounds are negated by the whooshing of invasive mechanical ventilation. Last moments of rage being interpreted by me, their nurse, as an attempt to remove their life-saving devices and responded to with a bolus of sedatives and restraints. What could it feel like, if not hell?
I really love these tiny pockets of beautiful, intense art you throw us between the knob gags Haus. I still think about Together almost every day and I'm really grateful for what you do.
I've had visual snow for probably my entire life (I distinctly remember asking my parents about it when I was like 6) and this post is what made me realize it wasn't normal lmao
I love this, the uncanny feeling I get from it, even though the style is very different, feels like reading Junji Ito. I followed for the funny comics but I'm impressed with your range!
Oh I was just thinking I got a real valuable thing to use, with my justified righteous anger, really not something lot of people got, takes circumstance, endurance, and leaning into a bit in painful ways along the way. It might fire off badly often but…
gotta be something I can use it on, don’t want to mention possibilities imagined, didn’t figure out yet even though I had my hoodie pulled down. This seems like good thing for you.
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If we could unleash the fury of a million nursing home residents we could end scarcity and power the world forever, but the corporations will never let us do this
This gave me early art spiegelman experimental comics vibes