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
Putting my anxiety toward being unemployed in, now, 37 days, and what it means to turn back to a resume ("CV") and present a life through that lens. Each past job a different filter on who I am, and, in turn, the filter affecting who I would subsequently become. All-in-all, a distasteful process from beginning to end, and it leaves me feeling kind of shredded. I grow increasingly fragmented and shadowy, until, at the end, I am a collapsed gridwork of approximated humanity. Feeling my age, and not at all confident.