Same direction

Top text, not contained by a speech bubble, diegetic origins unclear: "Is Grambo following that duck?" Grambo, a stick figure with an upward curling chin or perhaps poorly delineated beard, walks a few paces behind a worried-looking duck. The duck turns its head to look behind itself and asks Grambo, "*Are* you following me?" Grambo replies, "Oh. I think we're just going the same way. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Straight from an incoherent late-night drafting session (but with illegible scrawl turned to somewhat legible lettering typeface for your convenience).



This one has a lot of words at the top: "You think that must be a rejection. Do you feel disappointment? Relief? / But the next morning, you find this on your doorstep. Is it a seed? An egg? A spore? There are no instructions, so you trust it doesn't need any. / You hold it and say to yourself, 'Welcome to the Uncanny Growth.'" The illustration is of a hand holding the aforementioned seed or egg or spore, which is larger than the palm of the hand and has an approximate teardrop shape with ridges, chambers, and a rough or perhaps even serrated texture. Its surface is black and purple.

I know it's too many words, but can we just take a moment to appreciate that this is the closest I have ever come to drawing a cromulent human hand?


Application submitted


A dense profusion of foliage on thick vines occupies the top and left three quarters of the frame. The bottom right shows a sort of passage into the tangle. One of the branches of the vine has extended and curled at the end. Captions: "You ask to join the Uncanny Growth. It nods a tendril. A voice rustles: 'Thank you for your interest. We'll be in touch."

"Anticlimax doesn't really count as a joke," I tell myself. But I never listen.