A diary by means of a collage by means of a cartoon. Verbose explication in the comments. Arriving fresh Mondays. read comics the wrong way at: Latent Narratives
read comics the wrong way at: Latent Narratives
Episode Two Hundred Twenty One: What's Yur Mantry?In which we adjust.
Looking back a few weeks to the 'the way in which you're trying not to think is wrong' strip ("Brain Gainsay'n"). Today I expound on that theme by noting that my introversion/caving-to-social-anxiety is self-protection from other folk's ego-traps (i.e. yoga groups are all a power game of superiority).I joke, but it is the case that I've run into plenty of folk who treat yoga (and, subsequently meditation) as an achievement ladder that requires focus and goals, equipment and body-dysmorphia, timetables and social stratification, and all this bugs me to no end. And I also joke, but it is the case that I am more than capable of dumping all that shit on myself without the assistance of an expert. The title was something my brother once quipped to me when I was in high school and he was cutting firewood for a living in central Indiana (his business was called 'Chop City'). I was visiting over summer, and was musing culture clash.Happy with how the models turned out. Inspired by Stan Drake? I don't recall, now, but it's incongruous enough to be funny.