And so it goes.
I can barely muster the strength to say "Why does Superman's blood look like that?
Maybe he IS black!" these days. I put my head down and move forward,
because moving forward is something to do. Am I wasting my time? Probably.
Should I be writing novels? Maybe. Will you look at this again when
you've seen it before? Probably not. I can't write more than three sentences
about it, why should you read six?
But they're here for you, if you want them. Comics you haven't read,
and my really contrived thoughts on them. They'll probably make you
laugh. And really,
that's all it should do. I'm not trying to change your life, even though
I should be. I should be saving it, like Superman.
But here I am.