If I hadn’t wanted to move ahead in time a bit I would have made comics of the process of cleaning out the secret bunker. On some level I feel like we missed out on a fair amount of Thomas and Alex getting to know each other. Sometimes though I just want to skip a bit and end up regretting it a later. If I could make these faster I would certainly be tempted to go even more granular with it and I’m not sure how much of that sort of thing even the most dedicated readers would tolerate. There are so many plot points I have set up that I have the conclusions for, but I don’t want to cheat myself, or anyone else, of the journey. I know that we are trained from an early age to expect everything to have a certain type of narrative structure and just skip to the high points, but I like reading, and making, all the in between stuff that makes up the day to day drudgery of an existence. I’m sure that has contributed greatly to my continual lack of popularity, but if I wanted to do whatever someone else prescribed I would just go work for someone else.
When I started doing comics everyone was constantly telling everyone else what to do. It was a endless barrage of hot takes and criticism. People who didn’t make anything themselves farmed drama from artists as much as they could before they finally got wise and quit responding. Then the internet moved on to anti-feminism, and atheism, and men’s rights, and incels, and on and on in an endless parade of mounting misery. To some degree the comic is this little haven of the past, stuck now in a time that was only starting to become something awful. Should I live long enough to get the comic into the age of collapse I think I’ll gloss over as much as I can. Maybe I’ll let Marbleton, Kansas stay a place where cooler heads prevailed and plain common sense won the day. A place on the windswept prairies that somehow managed to stay a little apart from the decay that came to the world. Like Jo once said of movies “a beautiful lie”.
If you’d like to contribute to this beautiful lie please do so with the links above. I know not what the future holds for any of us, but I hope to see you here again on Monday. If so, I will tell you more sweet lies that hopefully reflect a little truth.