My political take of where the word is an where it is if we don’t wake up an come together

A tale of desperately trying to find your place in the world. an introspective character study of pain, identity, home, and found family. A one-shot comic book told through poetry and a love letter to classic Vertigo comics. "This comic is visual poetry at its absolute finest. A stained glass portrait reflecting trauma, longing, and belonging. You will be mesmerized. You will be amazed. And boy, your heart will ache. Everyone should take a look at this comic - it's MASTERFUL" - Fell Hound,

A surreal, psychological story concerning a young man choked up by his internal struggles and whose otherworldly fate is brought to light by his Mind-Body Projection.

A struggling writer battles his own creations with conflict and turmoil brewing in chaos.

Short piece about hating babies or being treated bad or something like that.

Fear and denial.

When friendships fade and social connections dissolve, the body remembers what the mind tries to forget. This abstract psychological horror explores the visceral panic of profound loneliness—not just being alone, but losing the people who once filled your world. Through stark visual metaphors rendered in near-black blues and blood-red accents, we follow an unnamed protagonist navigating the aftermath of social loss. Empty chairs still hold the warmth of departed friends. Phone messages dissolve into static. Mirrors reflect everything except the viewer. Rain falls inside bedrooms, tracing ribs like pressure maps of internal collapse. As isolation deepens, the body begins its desperate rebellion—heartlines stuttering into flatlines, tinnitus rings compressing reality, shadows reaching out for embraces that can never reach back. The protagonist’s world warps into something alien: street shadows point the wrong direction at noon, windows pulse like heartbeats across small-town darkness, and doorbell rings echo unanswered through frosted glass. This is not a story of recovery or redemption. Instead, it’s an unflinching examination of how loneliness manifests as physical emergency—the body’s primal scream of “save me” when human connection vanishes. Through minimalist visual storytelling and VHS-grain texture that makes each page feel like a fever dream, the work transforms private anguish into shared recognition. The final pages offer not rescue, but acknowledgment: a tiny red pulse on stark white, suggesting that even in our deepest isolation, some essential spark persists—waiting, hoping, enduring. 30 pages of abstract sequential art exploring grief, social loss, and the body’s memory of connection.