Empty Home – The turtle dies in the last comic, which is unwritten as of writing this comic. The punchline is already made, but the joke, many comics in the making, is unfinished. Perhaps it is not funny, perhaps emptiness is nothing to laugh at, perhaps there is no joke. It matters not. What I’m about to say seems to me unfitting for this author’s note, but it is what is on my mind. And that is nothingness. Nothingness and death. Nothingness in death. The meaninglessness of existence, the meaninglessness of nonexistence. The meaninglessness of everything, comics included. What confronts us is what we fear, and for some of us what we also yearn. For others that which is hoped to never come. There is no way to avoid it and once it is here no end to it. And the only thing that can stave off the vast expanse of nothing is one small comfort, however insignificant. The inconsequential thing with the power to ward off nothingness, if only temporarily and barely. A singular defense against the singularity of death. It is not warmth, nor light, nor happiness, nor love. It is simply humor. – Zachary