[[A man in a turban sits, with some scales. A woman in a sari and ornate earrings sits as well.]]
Man: Hi, how are ya?
Woman: Oh, I've got a touch of the ol' malaise.
Woman: You know what I mean? One day, things finally click. The world make sense for the first time, maybe ever.
Woman: Or at least it seems that way.
[[Frame gets closer to woman, alone.]]
Woman: And it's not to be. For whatever reason ... It's just impossible.
Woman: You have to let it go.
Woman: You have to watch it walk away and try to remember that life goes on.
Woman: But you keep reliving the memory...
Woman: The day, the hour, the single second when things were perfect.
Woman: My most beautiful, wonderful might-have-been.
[[Frame pulls back to both the man and the woman; the man is now on the right.]]
Woman: So, other than that, I'm okay, I guess.
Woman: How are you?
Man: Haven't eaten in six days.
{{header: forget yourself at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: but curiously he still eliminates right on schedule}}
but curiously he still eliminates right on schedule
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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