Drunkard – I felt sorry for the drunkard on the beach, who originally only had a single bottle to drink. I gave him another one. This is to enjoy the night with. Lucky him. I’m at the end of my wits… and bottle of rum. It wasn’t all drunk today, though the beers beforehand certainly helped with the already half full bottle. Or should I say half-empty. There is a metaphor in this comic. I don’t know what. Maybe you will. The drunkard and the Nihileaf, the alcoholic and the nihilist. They make quite the companions, and comparison. Their lives equally as important, which is to say not. Their meaning and accomplishments the same, which is to say absent. The next morning is unenviable. Hungover for the anthropoid, life for the plant. Both ultimately destined for nothingness. Where to go from here? I don’t know. I would say enjoy existence, but that doesn’t sound right. Perhaps there is something more. Then again, perhaps not. – Zachary