Have to work food into this story in the food anthology!
I can get really torn up over suffering and injustice, to the point where I can’t function. Once Dan, the boyfriend pictured here, asked me pointedly why I was depressed so much, and the best answer I could come up with at the time was that the world/humanity is so inhumane. So many years later I am still the same. But here, I wanted to do something, be a volunteer, but fell so in love with all these wonderful people and couldn’t cope with the idea that they were going to be dead soon.
I could have written this story to be so damn wordy and descriptive of each situation related, but it’s a visual medium and I have only so many pages and it isn’t a prose story (though autobiographical comics come much closer than narrative ones).
Edit: 1/19/25 grammar, color
Ken Pflueger
2024-12-10 01:15:18 +0000 UTC