I can wax poetic lately about how much I'm enjoying comic making, but its all there, in the lines I draw and the words I type. Its in the 'inky darkness'. That being something I've often babbled on about in regards to Kentaro Miura's use of ink in Berserk, but I am now thrilled to announce, I finally am making progress in regards to my own implementation of the 'inky darkness'.
I have taken from Berserk and done something creative for once. Turned the memory of Tobins' on the hill into something constructive.
Life feels good. What.
I am not including a intertextual reference to how the psych ward (below) had felt like Berserk's Falconia for me during my illness. That's because, eclectic seinen manga intertextuality would muddle the point of the story and fly over people's heads.
Exhausted tonight again, seems like a trend for me.
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