Wasted Year – The last year of my life has been wasted. For no reason and nothing to show for it. A little over a year ago I quit my well-paying job, that was all but mastered, and moved cities. I suppose I was looking for meaning or purpose or a cause or just to escape. I had intended to accomplish much in the past year. Part of the plan was to finally publish Nihileafs alongside my co-creator, a few years after its original inception, but it never happened and the comics created were sporadic and too few. Nihileafs and not writing anywhere near enough have been my biggest regrets of the last year. And before that as well, although in my life I do have a few regrets bigger than not writing (our regrets are our morals, sometimes I wonder if I should have different regrets and better morals). It is no comfort knowing that Brump didn’t write anything in the intervening year either. When I reflect on the past year and what wasn’t, I suspect perhaps I should’ve stayed in my last job a little longer and saved a lot more. And now I have a worse job and less money and fewer friends and still nothing accomplished. As a reaction to my failings, I’ve made the Nihileafs waste a year. I’m sorry to have done it to them, I know what it is like to waste a year. I suppose I’m sorry for their lives too. Though what does it say about me that I won’t make them any less unhappy or lonely or driftless? It crosses my mind now that they might have better lives than mine… no, no, I’m just being melodramatic. I don’t know where to go, both in writing this note and in life. A good start would be to write more and create more Nihileaf comics. It’s just I fear this year will be wasted as the last one was. Then again all years are wasted. – Zachary