(Warning: This comment contains spoilers. I recommend reading/playing the comic before reading further.)
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I came across this when I was stuck with my own fiction (vastly different in medium, scope, and tone) and wanted a little palate cleanser to clear my head. I was not expecting to be so deeply shaken - I read this around midnight and I was so sucked in by the sheer intestines of it all that I couldn’t get back to writing until 3. I woke up my boyfriend to tell him about this. I was so focused on the comic that when the first interface screw happened with the red lines oozing out across the screen that I actually got jumpscared when I realized they were there, haha.
I was already really impressed with your work when I first saw it in Maggot Therapy and holy shit this is so fucking good. The sheer emotion that you were able to evoke in me when I read this was really incredible - I was in abject fear and terror, not like in a horror movie but like real life.
There’s a special kind of hell in working in fast food and having a “special” relationship with food and stomach issues I think - my own problems are on the opposite side of the slider but I found so much of this to look directly at me and show me things about myself that make me uncomfortable, even though I know this story isn’t about me even if it is about me because stories are just as much about the audience as the author, as this story felt like it was saying, but it’s also about how people stare at you and make you a story when you don’t feel like anything at all. The segment after “fuck words” really got me hard. The empty repetitious fragmentation endlessly repeating becoming more and more blurry. Real as fuck. The way that you use images to echo the way that things are going on in the main character’s head, repeating words over and over to drown out other things, scribbled lines, the expanding and contracting of the window and everything. The agoraphobia, being trapped but comforted in the dark and the scent of your own waste. Real.
I’ll admit, too, that this made me uncomfortable in part because I saw myself not just in the main character but in the people who were injecting stories onto/into him - both his coworkers and the man who “saved” him. I hate inflicting pain on people and I’ve been trying to be less douchey and more understanding with the way I interact with others since I read this.
I genuinely didn’t know that comics could be made like this, break so many boundaries in terms of format like the way you did. I’m kind of in awe with the way that you coded this with the changing directions and changing size of the page and style of art you used, which honestly is all technically brilliant.
Anyway, I haven’t been able to get this out of my head in the four days since I read it, and I thought I’d tell you my thoughts. Really loved this one, looking forward to more in the future. ❣️
oh my god! aching true gut fear burning stomach acid thank you!!!!!! felt when all i could do was vomit and vomit and worship the toilet until the yellow bile and pearl strings of spit coming out of me were so beautiful i couldn't understand i made something like that. felt like pissing on the carpet in bedroom and covering with pillows and towels and dirty clothes because too scared to go fifteen steps down the hall. felt like vagus nerve slithering out of my mouth at night to strangle me. felt like wiping and there's so much blood why is there so much. shame and fear and shame and disgust and relief. i'm using lots of words to say: i really really liked this, loved it. your art and words are gorgeous and delicate wavering between stark and luxurious, i loved the lines and especially when they blur together. i need to play it lots more times. thank you for making and sharing :D
thank you so much, that is very kind, and that there is connection in it to give you feeling flowing from it from those things too, without, can’t in ways, that means very much, glad, and thank you for your words and for reading it!
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(Warning: This comment contains spoilers. I recommend reading/playing the comic before reading further.)
I made an account to post this.
I came across this when I was stuck with my own fiction (vastly different in medium, scope, and tone) and wanted a little palate cleanser to clear my head. I was not expecting to be so deeply shaken - I read this around midnight and I was so sucked in by the sheer intestines of it all that I couldn’t get back to writing until 3. I woke up my boyfriend to tell him about this. I was so focused on the comic that when the first interface screw happened with the red lines oozing out across the screen that I actually got jumpscared when I realized they were there, haha.
I was already really impressed with your work when I first saw it in Maggot Therapy and holy shit this is so fucking good. The sheer emotion that you were able to evoke in me when I read this was really incredible - I was in abject fear and terror, not like in a horror movie but like real life.
There’s a special kind of hell in working in fast food and having a “special” relationship with food and stomach issues I think - my own problems are on the opposite side of the slider but I found so much of this to look directly at me and show me things about myself that make me uncomfortable, even though I know this story isn’t about me even if it is about me because stories are just as much about the audience as the author, as this story felt like it was saying, but it’s also about how people stare at you and make you a story when you don’t feel like anything at all. The segment after “fuck words” really got me hard. The empty repetitious fragmentation endlessly repeating becoming more and more blurry. Real as fuck. The way that you use images to echo the way that things are going on in the main character’s head, repeating words over and over to drown out other things, scribbled lines, the expanding and contracting of the window and everything. The agoraphobia, being trapped but comforted in the dark and the scent of your own waste. Real.
I’ll admit, too, that this made me uncomfortable in part because I saw myself not just in the main character but in the people who were injecting stories onto/into him - both his coworkers and the man who “saved” him. I hate inflicting pain on people and I’ve been trying to be less douchey and more understanding with the way I interact with others since I read this.
I genuinely didn’t know that comics could be made like this, break so many boundaries in terms of format like the way you did. I’m kind of in awe with the way that you coded this with the changing directions and changing size of the page and style of art you used, which honestly is all technically brilliant.
Anyway, I haven’t been able to get this out of my head in the four days since I read it, and I thought I’d tell you my thoughts. Really loved this one, looking forward to more in the future. ❣️
this was so visceral and disgusting and psychotic
endlessly falling and stumbling and shit
this was so good
real as fuck
oh my god! aching true gut fear burning stomach acid thank you!!!!!! felt when all i could do was vomit and vomit and worship the toilet until the yellow bile and pearl strings of spit coming out of me were so beautiful i couldn't understand i made something like that. felt like pissing on the carpet in bedroom and covering with pillows and towels and dirty clothes because too scared to go fifteen steps down the hall. felt like vagus nerve slithering out of my mouth at night to strangle me. felt like wiping and there's so much blood why is there so much. shame and fear and shame and disgust and relief. i'm using lots of words to say: i really really liked this, loved it. your art and words are gorgeous and delicate wavering between stark and luxurious, i loved the lines and especially when they blur together. i need to play it lots more times. thank you for making and sharing :D
thank you so much, that is very kind, and that there is connection in it to give you feeling flowing from it from those things too, without, can’t in ways, that means very much, glad, and thank you for your words and for reading it!
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