HANS: You were in my dream last night!
PHIL: No, I was safe and sound in my own bed. A synaptic construct that resembled me may have been in your dream last night.
HANS: Well, so far as my dream-self was concerned, it was you. And you did some weird stuff.
PHIL: But it wasn't me! It didn't have my childhood or my kinks or my aspirations or any of the unspoken fears that color the real me's daily decision-making.
PHIL: You invented a dream-me out of your personal, and thus by definition limited, understanding of who I am. Anything that shadow-puppet did in the bony cavern of your imagination reflects not on me, but upon your perception of me.
HANS: Apparently deep down I consider you a psychopathic ostrich farmer.
PHIL: Sure, I could see that.
{{header: close your eyes and picture WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: Your dream-me is within two standard metaphor-derivations of how you really feel about me.}}
Your dream-me is within two standard metaphor-deviations of how you really feel about me.
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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