Hello! It’s been a while. And that is because I come bearing the end of chapter 2 in its entirety! You can finish it here!
And, as always, here are the panels (Although I urge readers to read the comic on its hosting site so you don’t miss anything like important hovertext, which is integral to the story, or, say, a new banner?):
Breaking the 4th Wall has won the Dean’s Undergraduate Research Prize in English from Rutgers University Camden! You can find my name on the list of other prize winners here!
My twitter-based narrative piece The Cave has been selected for publication in Rutgers Camden University’s undergraduate online magazine The Scarlet Review. You can view the publication here!
The next 12 panels are here! You can read the latest update at by clinking this link!
So, I’ve secured a domain for myself where I’m now going to be hosting Breaking The 4th Wall. You can visit the site here for the newest pages.
And here are the newest panels:
Breaking The 4th Wall has updated once again. Here’s the LINK to the hosting site and here are the panels:
Here’s the link to the update on the hosting site!
And here are the updated panels minus the author commentary that can be found by hovering over the panels on the hosting site:
They say the pen is
mightier than the sword, but
you write in pencil.
Sometimes, there is poetry in everything I see,
everything I breathe.
Images become words
that blend together and become prose.
Tree trunks so damp they look charred,
a wet Brown that climbs upward,
boosting Reds and Yellows
until they have enough reach to touch Blue.
And then I stop breathing.
Pulled from my pretension.
My overly romantic reverie,
to notice, startled
a wasp nest hanging above my head.
I pass it quickly
that I may still be able to find myself
in nature once again.
But it’s too late now,
and I’ve already gone too far.
I can no longer hear the whispers of the wasps
as I leave them far behind.
The train rattles along the tracks
like a great steal snake skimming the horizon
to slip into its many nests.
Station to station.
I look out the window and see
light grey clouds,
a seraphic halo
their feathery underbellies.
it is the perfect moment
and then for others, I realize
it is not
Before my mind can meander to another’s,
I bring my own form of cerebral transportation
to a shrieking, stuttering stop.
For almost thinking about being someone or somewhere else.
For taking that perfect moment away from myself.