one of the most haunting experiences of my young life.
of all the people on the street, of all the humans he could have picked to perhaps empathize with him, why me? why then? i could have helped…
i try not to regret things, but… but the days following this encounter, i couldn’t erase this him from my mind. i stalked the obituary page of the local online news site, hunting for suicides or suicide attempts. i didn’t know the guy’s name, so i would never know if he was okay. i still wonder if he’s okay. i wonder if he’s found peace, on this earth or otherwise. i hate that i didn’t chase after him.
this comic was originally made at the end of march and was sent in to the Off Life Zine for their fourth issue, but they never replied to my entry. i’ve been witholding posting it until the issue was published, but, since there’s no sign of that happening… here ya go, internet.