[[Outdoors, a portico. AGNESIA stands on the porch, pointing to the side. BUNBURY, wearing roller skates, slouches despondently on the ground.]]
AGNESIA: Hey, you left the fridge open again.
BUNBURY: Yes. The light shuts off when the door closes.
BUNBURY: The occupants of the fridge spend most of their time in utter darkness...this is punctuated only by moments when they are either CHOSEN to be eaten or shown that someone ELSE'S time has come, and thus reminded that theirs will soon.
[[Bunbury looks away from Agnesia.]]
BUNBURY: I felt that the foods that NOURISH us do not deserve to also be PUNISHED as they wait out the final days of their existence. So I wanted them to at LEAST have LIGHT.
[[Bunbury looks back towards Agnesia.]]
AGNESIA: You're letting all the cold out.
BUNBURY: Do not worry. It is not the MACHINERY that chills the enclosure. It is their FEAR. Bathe them in darkness once more and it will replenish itself rapidly.
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Fear creates the chill. But in the freezer? That is what hate feels like. The bags of vegetables do not forgive.
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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