Drifting – In contrast to the previous comic where Brump is on still water, in this comic Brump is drifting. The results are much, if not entirely, the same. In this case Brump moves from one pointless place to another, nearly identical pointless place. If Brump had journeyed to a different place with a new and exciting flora and fauna, it would still be a pointless place. Whether one remains still, drifts, or proactively travels, it seems meaninglessness still travels with you and remains inescapable. Or one travels only to find meaninglessness. I can empathize with Brump, my life often feels like it is meaninglessly drifting from one place to another. There is one thing that does give me, if not hope or optimism, then at least a semblance of accomplishment. It is the knowledge, in a given week, regardless of what I have not achieve or completed, that the Earth, along with myself on it, hurls in space over ten million miles through the vast and awe-inspiring universe. As we go about our days and lives, we too drift on a metaphorical river of life. And, for what it is worth, Brump also traverses millions of miles, on the home planet of the Nihileafs, over the course of any given seven days. This, of course, is of no comfort as it is still a meaningless voyage. – Zachary