a mini-comic i drew on the train. it’s very shaky and you probably can’t read it, so translation :
person 1 : hey !
person 2 : uh, what ?
person 2 : how did you get here ?
person 1 : well, i can fly, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it ?
person 2 : yeah, it’s just that i thought i was supposed to be all alone.
person 1 : and what are you doing here, all alone ?
person 2 : walking on a ledge. for ever.
person 2 : some kind of purgatory.
person 1 : so, is your life a living hell ? i mean, literally.
person 2 : not really.
person 2 : i’m never hungry, never too cold or too hot, it’s okay actually.
person 1 : don’t you ever stop walking ?
person 2 : i’m afraid of what would happen if i did.
person 1 : but you’re dead ! what is the worse that could happen ?
person 2 : …
person 1 : alright. you’ll thank me later for this.
person 2 : what ?
person 2 : aaaaaaaaaaaaaah !
person 1 : hey ! are you here ?
it really doesn’t mean anything, haha.