12th Jul 2017, 8:51 AM in
Chapter 6: Real
Prologue: Heavy Traffic
Chapter 1: Girl with the Golden Arm
Chapter 2: Brigadoon
Chapter 3: Mermaid in a Manhole
Chapter 4: I'm a Cyborg but That's Okay
Chapter 5: Vancouver Never Plays Itself
Chapter 7: Father's Day
Chapter 8: Enter the Void
Chapter 9: Beyond the Door
Chapter 10: Invisible Circus
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16th Jul 2017, 3:12 AM
One might wonder how the blue car in the middle would get out.. if that's the common style of parking in Canada, then it's worse than here (Germany), at least a little bit.
Next thought: It appears to me that Corelle would just need to drop the word "immigration" near the guys, especially Quentin, to get all the help she needs. That's what she did next, right?
Next thought, after reading the last 2 comments on the previous page, regarding mental disorders: Once the wife of a neighbor had some kind of a nervous breakdown. Nothing more (I guess) but somewhat serious... So she went to our house and asked my brother for help, a few minutes before I came in.
Scary stuff, double so - scary because she appeared halfway normal and even aware of her strange behavior, but on the other hand she behaved in a bit of a twisted way, and scary because once you display such behavior, your view of your environment is obviously at odds with everybody else's, and I could easily imagine myself in her shoes and imagine how being treated by everybody else would worsen her apparent paranoia - it's like you've seen an alien from outer space and you KNOW it's true but everybody you tell about it thinks you are crazy, and you know they do.
22nd Jul 2017, 1:03 PM
I found this comic a year or two ago after reading your trans article on Cracked. Last night I went back to the beginning and reread them.
I'm not sure how to put this. Your work is disturbing and profound. The writing and artwork reinforce each other. The little details that add character or foreshadowing. The characters becoming more human as we go. Not paragons or parodies but complex and contradictory like real life people.
For some reason I'm reminded of Ray Bradbury. I guess its the way of making the strange everyday and the everyday strange.
Like this a lot.
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