In the main Latent Narratives Strip the Pharm Life frame (the third of four) generally represents the dehumanizing effect of quantification - the idea originally coming from the feeling that my value as a citizen is measured by how many pills I take every day. The pharmaceutical industry likes me if I take more; the health care industry values me more if I take less. The inside of my head features a running commentary on this issue that sizes up my daily worth. And there's a resonating analogy, looking at a pile of identical meds spilled out into my hand, that I, myself, am nothing but a featureless facsimile of a person. One of seven point six billion.
Here the middle pill is made to feel inadequate by the pill on the left who is simply fucking with him because he can. Of course, the all the pills look the same everywhere they go. The middle pill is going back inside to change, but will come out looking exactly the same. The joke being that we are all so acutely worried about our appearance, both outwardly and inwardly, but our act of being worried is a characteristic of our species that is identical across the globe.
Does that make sense? This comic was a long time percolating, but I think its execution needed extra work. Maybe it's half baked. I'm not sure about breaking the third panel into two half-panels, and I feel like it's all too busy. Similarly, the rough-hewn pills, all crumply, detract somehow. Do they look like they have character, or are they simply rushed? Even the archiving effects, while I'm happy about their authentic nature (I'm improving on that), feel too busy.
In the main Latent Narratives Strip the Pharm Life frame (the third of four) generally represents the dehumanizing effect of quantification - the idea originally coming from the feeling that my value as a citizen is measured by how many pills I take every day. The pharmaceutical industry likes me if I take more; the health care industry values me more if I take less. The inside of my head features a running commentary on this issue that sizes up my daily worth. And there's a resonating analogy, looking at a pile of identical meds spilled out into my hand, that I, myself, am nothing but a featureless facsimile of a person. One of seven point six billion.
ReplyDeleteHere the middle pill is made to feel inadequate by the pill on the left who is simply fucking with him because he can. Of course, the all the pills look the same everywhere they go. The middle pill is going back inside to change, but will come out looking exactly the same. The joke being that we are all so acutely worried about our appearance, both outwardly and inwardly, but our act of being worried is a characteristic of our species that is identical across the globe.
Does that make sense? This comic was a long time percolating, but I think its execution needed extra work. Maybe it's half baked. I'm not sure about breaking the third panel into two half-panels, and I feel like it's all too busy. Similarly, the rough-hewn pills, all crumply, detract somehow. Do they look like they have character, or are they simply rushed? Even the archiving effects, while I'm happy about their authentic nature (I'm improving on that), feel too busy.