Though most of the newspaper in my domicile is reserved for my bedding, I do occasionaly get a chance to read some of the material. There was a good collection of articles, though most of them made no sense at all to me. I just dont understand why the inhabitants of this city would try to entertain themselves by reading about the increases in their required financial contribution to the local authorities. Though they did include some articles which expressed grievances towards the government, there were otheres on the very next page that explained as to why the government should be loved. Very perpexling.
On the final pages, there were a series of drawings that seemed to be arranged in sets of squares. The Shogun of the Dark tells me that these things are referred to as "Comic Strips." Though I do not grasp the meaning of this "comedy" that he speaks of, I did understand that they were arranged in a strip-like layout.
One particular comic strip caught my eye. It was unlike any of the others. It did not engage its readers in the mindless dribble of living in a household of intermediate size, where the male of the house in constantly caving in to the never ending pressure from his revolting wife and parasitic children like the pathetic invalid that he is.
The one I speak of is the comic strip called "Garfield." However, I was unable to locate the character they call Garfield. Shogun tells me that long ago there was a culturally significant idol, and that his name was Garfield. He was worshipped by many. However, as the grains of time passed away into the wind, his popularity began to decline.
Though the source of power responsible for Garfield tried to maintian his relevance by distributing what seemed to be an endless array of publications, their efforts ultimately failed.
As a last ditch effort, the shadow prince decided that he would terminate the life of Garfield.
Now, Garfield is dead. All that remains is the owner of the cartoonish cat. However, the death of his feline companion was far too great for him to bear. As a result, he experiences bouts of insanity that even rival my own.
This strip Illustrates one of the more colorful outbursts of Jon's schizophrenia. He seems to be speaking to an imaginary character who he refers to as "Mr. Droopy Face." Perhaps his dancing is an attempt to keep Mr. Droopy Face at Bay, who may be a dangerous character in his own right.
This strip dispalys the never ending monotony of Jon's life. It does not seem like he is able to occupy himself in any meaningful sort of way. Furthermore, He does not take any steps to provide for his own entertainment. There is a substantial decrease in moral from the second frame to the third.
In this scene, Jon's depression has increased in severity. As you can see, he cannot even bring himself to eat the plate of french fries that he has just prepared for himself.
In this scene, we see Jon questioning the very nature of reality. He is not able to make himself believe that the satchel is in any way a real object. It seems that he wants to make himself touch the object to somehow confirm its realness, but I doubt that even that would convince him.
Now, Jon has detriorated into his final suicidal stage. Though he has acknoledged that he has no will to live, the reader is unclear as to what steps he will take to resolve this crisis. Will he see that he is at an ultimate lowpoint and pledge to spare himself for at least his family? Will he relieve himself from his suffering once and for all with one glorious leap of faith? I love this shit. I cant wait to see what happens next week!
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