I started this series of strips as a self-avowedly impotent response to the world collapsing in on itself in the months following Trump’s election. Things don’t feel like they’ve gotten much better, but I’ve gotten number and begun to feel like this stuff is preaching to the choir in a fairly unhealthy way - see the swan song final sequence for a glimpse at the ambiguities in my heart. Maybe my insufficiency will rise again, who knows.