Busy

It's crazy how fast time flies now. At least how fast it seems to fly. I'm sure time flows as normally as it did when I was a kid... and yet, when I was 5 o 6, things seem to take forever. Days seemed to last longer, years seemed to last entire lifetimes. Now everything is rushing forward at an unbelievable pace. Life is like a bullet train now, and I feel like I'm right in front, the train at my back, my feet in front of me against the tracks trying desperately to slow it down and say "Hold on, wait a fucking minute, you're moving too FAST! Can you just let me breathe for a while, and while we're at it, take it easy, Jesus! Slow down! Enjoy the ride, smell the flowers, look at that sky. There's no sense in this mad rush to the future."

But all I get are bloody splintered feet.

Honesty

I wish I could be more honest. Not that I lie a lot. What I probably mean is that I wish I could share more. Some people just let it all out online. Be completely honest with their innermost emotions. I find I can't do that.

Perhaps doing it in comic book form would be more appropriate for me. Not because it's what I do but because I find I don't mind being really open when I do comics. My Crest Hut strips are proof of that.

But even then my Crest Hut stuff, specially the ones in print are exaggerated to ridiculousness. But they all have their origin in a germ of truth.

What if I go completely honest? No exaggerations, no fill ins, no omissions, no censorship. I probably won't let people read it. Until I'm dead, or old enough not to care.