Comics

A closed mind is like a closed hand—it's a fist, a weapon.

Sorry, am I stuck in a time loop?

Sometimes there's a reason for the skin we grow.

My memories before nine aren't made of much worth excavating . . .

Is this weird, you whisper after the rain stops, and I say "no" to reassure myself

What can we do to change this?

A few days later, the cat killed a bird and left it on the stairs. It had always been Roy's job to pick up any dead animals.