Looking at my notes for this strip reveals little of use, as I was mostly busy talking about getting ready for this or that comic convention which was just around the corner. Man… I haven’t been to a convention in years! I was just thinking about getting some new books ready to make my return to the convention circuit when this pesky little pandemic wandered along. “To be continued…” on that front, I guess.
Transcripts
Small Comfort
Sometimes…
Sometimes I pretend that none of this is real.
Heaven and Hell, God, the Devil – none of it.
I pretend it’s all just a story.
A cautionary tale grown out of control.
Heaven is just the promise of a better world for those we leave behind.
And Hell doesn’t exist – creatures like me don’t exist.
Sometimes I pretend I don’t exist at all.
…
It’s a small comfort.
But this is Hell.
And I’ll take what comfort I can get.