roots / A place called home

2020

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Many months ago I was sitting in the backseat of a car, on my way home in the wee hours of the morning. There was no music playing and it was a pretty silent ride, fit for the time of the day. In that instance I felt oddly sentimental and not-unpleasantly strange, thinking a million thoughts a minute— and one of them was that I wanted to make a comic that encapsulated everything I was feeling in that moment in time.

This one is an homage to all of such moments; those quiet, floaty, paper thin ones of precious mental solitude, the ones that put things in perspective and remind you of what is really important in this life.