Pfirsich fell in a pool — of course he’s clean.
Who are those people in the last panel? Spirits? Forest godlets? Ghosts? Other selves?
I still don’t know. I just write this stuff down.
Pfirsich fell in a pool — of course he’s clean.
Who are those people in the last panel? Spirits? Forest godlets? Ghosts? Other selves?
I still don’t know. I just write this stuff down.
I distinctly remember laughing at the last panel.. looking at it again.. and getting a gut-wrench. It was impossible to explain, yet made perfect sense. if I tried to find a way to say how it made sense, it stopped. This is one of those issues you give to someone to read, and say nothing, and ask nothing. You get it, or you don’t.
Truly. My agent hates that I can’t do more than I do in the blog. But what do I say? It’s all up there on the page.