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Odd. Weird. Even terrifying. But nevertheless true and amusing - L.A. based cartoonist, and animator, Fran Krause's Deep Dark Fears (Instagram handle - @fran_krause) is a culmination of years of making witty comic panels that draw from the responses he has been receiving from his readers - responses that belie their dark, irrational fears from childhood, often arising from fictitious and strangely graphic explanations offered by adults, or sometimes simply from thinking for too long. What once started as a slightly wacky way for the artist to render his own phobias into short and crisp set of comic strips has now caught the attention of thousands, winning him almost something of a cult following on various social media platforms.
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We couldn't agree more with a much older review of the same by boredpanda.com:
"We all have strange and irrational fears, but few of us make a living off them like Fran Krause."
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𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 also brings you some cursed GIFs this week:
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Stone doesn't bat an eye when it is used to kill. You are not meant to be used as Stone to kill. Don't be Stone. Don't be stoned.
𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘝𝘪𝘢 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳
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Habits
Some days, all we remember is how difficult it is to go on living. Every sigh seems to breathe into the world even more fatigue than there already is.
The world can be a heavy place.
But it's not without those fleeting moments when you feel you belong somewhere - in a whistle, in a sunset, or in the smile of a passer-by.
As the artist says, "We don't love this world without reason." And sometimes, our reason is just our habit. There's no way but for the world to grow on us.
We may get fond of it, or maybe not, but we cannot do without our only home, the pale blue dot.
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𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜
by Woshibai
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Reality is essentially fragile in its limitations, the limitations we impose upon ourselves, upon the cosmos. Tiny specks of dust, floating, desperately trying to churn out the inherent meaning of the dent they make, like a small scratch on a vinyl record. Time and time again, the vastness sees us rebel, silently. Through the comfort of escapism, we break free, momentarily. Reality warps, shattering tedium, the familiar smell of sofas, the labyrinth of concrete. Eventually, the electric nausea kicks in. We are brought back, imprisoned.
Our odyssey lies in the bookmarks, covered by a thick blanket of unfamiliar warmth, of unspilled secrets.
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Louise Glück, in her rendition of Persephone's story, asks what would you do, when your turn with the God comes? When the inevitable approaches? Or, if the God isn't a celestial, comforting presence but a devil, the personification of your worst fears and insecurities?
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And what if you want to embrace your insecurities, your desire of desires, and melt in the arms of the shadow to lose yourself and the history into the universe? To be one with the cosmos?
There's only faint echo of one's thoughts, memories, and one's being reverberating everywhere, reminding us of all things temporal, transient, inching towards self-annihilation. With the use of subdued monochrome and shaky panel borders, the comic strip conveys the desire of the self to embrace the otherised, and escape into a realm, not in search of happiness, but peace. Emptiness ironically takes a form and the palpable rest recedes into the formless vacuum. The motif of leaving behind the petty, trivial preoccupations of the human in favour of the eternal is reiterated - somehow reminiscent of Camus' claim that all thoughts and perceptions are anthropomorphic.
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"If we meet each other in Hell, it's not Hell." Geoffrey Hill, Broken Hierarchies, Poems 1952-2012
And in the end we ask, does it even matter?
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ǝɹɐ no⅄ sɐ ǝɓuɐɹʇS sɐ ʇsnſ
Humans are prone to succumbing to oblivion, even when they are still living. They fade away in parts while trying to fashion themselves in the established notions of beauty and success, chiselling out whatever makes them unique - they forget what they were born of. Sadly, it is, first, one's childhood that falls prey to these follies of human memory, fear and envy. We hate what doesn't fit our preconceived standards. We hate what threatens to rebel within and without.
It is easy to forget the child one has been once. Innocence paves way for guilt when we realise how, in our attempt to emulate others, we have become everyone and no one at the same time.
Childhood is the celebration of one's innate self. When acknowledged, it exhibits the potential to change the world. But acknowledgement isn't an individual affair.
The struggles of finding a friend when you don't fit in, moments when your hands seem too long and don't know where to put them, being bullied and being different might have often left you lonely, sometimes even distraught. Your past might not have been very kind to you. Yet here you are, making peace with it because you know that the world is round and big, and a friend might just be waiting for you 'round the corner - a friend in across time, art, science or nature. We bleed to make art and let our courage guide us through all the untrodden paths of discoveries and inventions, each one a testimony of wide-eyed curiosity which reminds the world that we are still children at heart - undaunted - prying open the unknown!
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