0101 — No Wonder Everybody Hates You People. (Patreon)

The clipboard collection for this strip posts at noon in tiers 2 & 3 — these are the "making of" or "director's cuts" versions that accompany all strips.  (Semi-redacted preview in image 2.) 

As I sat down to write this, I twice sneezed so violently that the strings of the little clowder of guitars which rests to my side were caused to vibrate as though they had been strummed by a ghost. (I refer to a plurality of guitars as a clowder because clowder is the term for a plurality of cats, and guitars are like cats in that they are pretty, delicate, and sound terrible when you try to play Immigrant Song on them.) This pleased me, because it reminded me of an idea that's been going around about how the universe is solely composed of the vibrational frequencies of energy. It makes you wonder what's keeping the Pantheon up and the pasta al dente, but it also suggests that despite our physical differentiation from others, we're all really just spoonfuls of the same marinara. Knowing this makes it a little easier to stomach the way I feel every time I smile at an oncoming pedestrian, only to be coldly rebuffed by their layered charade of blindness, distraction, and incoming phone calls. Stuff like this got Hemingway and Cleopatra in the end, but I'm doing alright, and I've just taken a moment to send some love and happiness out of the window next to my writing chair and in your specific direction. You might want to check the trees outside your house, in case it hasn't arrived by now. It looks like Spanish moss with sequins in it.