I Won't Tell You Again! Don't Look

I Prefer Working Out Of Strict Continuity, Because No Normal Human Being Can Have A Firm Grip On The Constantly Shifting Bardo-like Territory Of A Comics Universe, Where Entire Histories Can Be Erased By A Strong Enough Super-sneeze.

I Use Everything. Turning Life Into Stories Is How I Make Sense Of My Experience. No Matter How Weird Or Disturbing Or Upsetting To Me Personally, It All Finds Its Way In There.

The Moon Is So Beautiful. It's A Big Silver Dollar, Flipped By God. And It Landed Scarred Side Up, See? So He Made The World.

We Tell Our Children They're Trapped Like Rats On A Doomed, Bankrupt, Gangster-haunted Planet With Dwindling Resources, With Nothing To Look Forward To But Rising Sea Levels And Imminent Mass Extinctions, Then Raise A Disapproving Eyebrow When, In Response, They Dress In Black, Cut Themselves With Razors, Starve Themselves, Gorge Themselves, Or Kill One Another.

Truth Speaks Best In The Language Of Poetry And Symbolism, I Think.