University has started up again. Don't really know what I'm meant to be doing here.
Then to make things worse I think about something someone said to me once; 'Oh, he goes out with a popstar'.
And inadequacy sets in.
Not like it wasn't there before. Books and things tell me that life is not linear.
As far as I'm concerned it's totally linear. And unless I achieve something big within the next half of a decade I'm going to fail and die forever and that'll be it.
But this comic that I thought would never be published, along with the others, has appeared in the first issue of this years' Critic. Thank you Julia and Andrew and whoever else.