Some Creatures – Guess who feels today as if their entire life has been a waste… this guy. Guess who else should feel as if their life is a waste… everyone. The only silver lining for me is that my life is not over and there is still much more and many years left to waste, unless of course there is only a little left. The inspiration for this comic is of course the commonsense and common aphorism to not waste your life waiting for something to happen, but to go out and make something happen in your life. The two anthropoids do not seem to have done so, which is to say neither have I. My fate will likely be the same as theirs, which of course inevitably makes me wonder how they feel about it. They are obviously not around to tell me. Now one could take this comic as a reminder to go out and make something of one’s life before it is too late and death comes before something happens in one’s life, but one could also take this as a simple example that we will all one day die whether we spent the entire time accomplishing something great or spent it sitting around bored and waiting for something to happen. As for the Narrator, one does have to applaud the Narrator’s commitment to the poetic message. After all the Narrator waits years and years to simply say twelve short words. The patience and dedication is admirable. Of course you dear reader are fortunate to see the entire poem in a few brief moments. As for me, I’m fortunate that it took only slightly longer to write. And to the artist, my apologies on the time it takes to draw, which will be longer than it took for me to write and even though it is far short of the years the Narrator spends. And a word about the two anthropoids, yes they may be lackadaisical and brimming with youth and ennui, sure we see them accomplish nothing and their legacy is but two unmarked graves, their buriers unknown to us and history, and yes they may be unwitting metaphors of nihilism, but that is only one side of who they are. We do not see the other parts of their lives, spent laughing and anguishing, hungry and homeoecstatic -a poor portmanteau of homeostasis and ecstatic-, prideful and crestfallen, in love and loved, athletic and resting, and all the other multitudinous parts of life, of which boredism only ever seems to comprise one, sometimes small, other times engulfing, part of. – Zachary