Comic Transcripts

Hatted Toff: Listen. It is morning. It is the dark morning, before the sun.
Hatted Toff: It is three, or four, or five A.M. You are awake.
Hatted Toff: There are voices that shout at you now, in languages native only to this hour.
Hatted Toff: They speak sounds that enter your ears but bypass your mind like the wrong exit on an empty highway. They speak thoughts that never synthesize into words. They speak impressions.
Hatted Toff: They tell you that your problems are all your own fault.
Sentry: These voices sound like jerks.
Hatted Toff: Ah, but that’s noontime thinking.

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#642; In the Dark and Quiet transcribed by in

Hatted Toff: Listen. It is morning. It is the dark morning, before the sun.
Hatted Toff: It is three, or four, or five A.M. You are awake.
Hatted Toff: There are voices that shout at you now, in languages native only to this hour.
Hatted Toff: They speak sounds that enter your ears but bypass your mind like the wrong exit on an empty highway. They speak thoughts that never synthesize into words. They speak impressions.
Hatted Toff: They tell you that your problems are all your own fault.
Sentry: These voices sound like jerks.
Hatted Toff: Ah, but that’s noontime thinking.

{{header: be still and hear WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: The voice is creepy, so you believe it.}}

#642; In the Dark and Quiet transcribed by in

Hatted Toff: Listen. It is morning. It is the dark morning, before the sun.
Hatted Toff: It is three, or four, or five A.M. You are awake.
Hatted Toff: There are voices that shout at you now, in languages native only to this hour.
Hatted Toff: They speak sounds that enter your ears but bypass your mind like the wrong exit on an empty highway. They speak thoughts that never synthesize into words. They speak impressions.
Hatted Toff: They tell you that your problems are all your own fault.
Sentry: These voices sound like jerks.
Hatted Toff: Ah, but that's noontime thinking.

{{header: be still and hear WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: The voice is creepy, so you believe it.}}

The voice is creepy, so you believe it.

20 years ago (in photocomic form)

A young David Malki !, Steve Carey, and Ryan North, June 2006.

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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