I haven't posted a journal here in a year. So much has happened in that time. I have almost no friends left from a pool that wasn't very big to start with. I suspect in the next few years most of the ones left will leave in one way or another. Shit, I might end up being the one who dies. It's been a hard road. I'm tired boss. This last week has tested me almost as much as the death of my grandmother. Every indication is that things will get worse before they get better. It feels like the times between better times keep getting farther apart.

I'm only sitting here typing because I'm so fucking tired and I can't sleep. I don't know what I'm waiting for. No one is coming to save me. Robots are coming for my job. People are barely capable of thinking for themselves. No hot wife. Coconut Dr Pepper was a limited time item. What is there to look forward to?



There is a good chance that when I post this journal it will be the last one I ever post here. Mortality is sobering. I suspect that's why so many people spend their time pretending that they will live forever. Doing this as though tomorrow will come without question. That's not how it works.



If whoever reads this years from now finds it after I've died I hope my work is still around for you to enjoy. If it is I hope you enjoyed it. I hope you found my webcomic and read however much I managed to make before the end came. I hope it made your experience as a mortal being better for having observed it. It's the life's work of a man who kept reaching and failing every single day. A humble presentation from someone who had more stubbornness than talent, but was so sincere in the attempt.



If I'm not here to respond to you then be sure to be mindful that someday you won't be here either. Even if you fail, make every attempt to leave the world better than it was when you found it.



I don't know if I did, but I tried.