Panel 1

Galapagos

 

“It’s got a crack”, she said, and she put the magnifying glass into her lap.
A string of creeping saliva finds its way into the kitchen. Sturdy feet.

 “I’ve seen enough”
Seven days later she boarded the train
for Prague. Trees zipped themselves into greenish lines.

Above a nightshop the neon light vainly tries to reveal the truth.
“God is Everywhere”
A blue fly with an open mouth drills itself into the last slice of pizza.
Slowly.
Chewing.

I remember what I red in a translation of Vonnegut’s Galapagos:
“Here we are dealing with a human flaw”
The milk has gone sour.

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