what the hell else am i gonna spend my time on

a little bird is perched on whitewood's head. it says, ''don't you think it's time to move on from stuff that happened 15+ years ago?'' he replies, ''you know as well as i do that it doesn't work like that. but i do agree. i'm 34, and here i am still pulling out thorns that were stuck in me when i was 13. the problem with being an artist is having something to say. i'm poor and disabled, so i don't get to experience much that can inform my art. so, for lack of anything more stirring, i can't help but ruminate on the experiences i've already had. i don't like the feeling of being trapped in amber any more than you do.''


january 3, 2026

i make these comics primarily because i don't have ideas for anything else, and i enjoy it. i wish i had more ideas, because i really love to draw comics. i feel like i was burdened with a passion for an art form i am cursed to flounder in forever.

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words and images © wren white, 2026.