we talk to marcos martin, illustrator of the private eye, about forming panel syndicate, cinematic credits pages, and technology that would survive the cloudburst.
“but why am i like this??? someimtes i feel like my sexuality is broken and my gender is broken.”
“i just want to find red and go home.”
we’re diving into graphic content.
“he looks into his own drink and says out loud, as if to himself: ‘what kind of an asshole orders red wine in a tavern in belleville, delaware?'”
