Because i did not want to overburden my ancient laptop, i scanned the pages at relatively low resolution. 
This has caused some of the text to be a bit faint, so below each page is a transcript of the captions.

It took some figuring out.

It's not something we talk about in our community, you know.
Although i'm sure i can't have been the only one to be thinking about it.

It was smells, at first.

Saffron and incense behind the disused synagogue on Coach str.

Then, the configuration of birds in a pre-dawn courtyard

Graffitti bleeding new and sudden meaning.

However, i soon realized i was snatching glimpses from across the border, and that if i wanted to see
more, i'd have to cross that border.

Now, free as our tribe might appear to be, there's not a lot of travel we can indulge in;
relentlessly chased out of all public areas especially associated with travel, we hide,
scurry, shuffle in the dark.

We minimize our movements for fear of detection.

Brutalized by the state, we still subsist in states of our own.

States of immobility.
States of stasis.

So i decided to challenge Hob, and dispute him his 
ridiculous one-lane kingdom.

- and let him beat the last vestiges of citizenship out of me.

I turned to look back, but in the turning, the one who had turned had gone.

What rose in his place navigated homeward with the ease of birds.

keep seeing white people everywhere

A late but welcome review of my White People effort from a few years back, by mr. Longhorn of the superior Supernatural Tales blog & magazine:

& the inimitable Rob Clough, reviewer for The Comics Journal, wrote an insightful overview of my output ( obscure zines included) leading up to and circa The White People on his own High Low Comics blog:


Selection of distastefully coloured versions of the WJNMN drawings prepared for a reading of the text by Elfie Tromp.


or, people taking the time to read Eloise & write kind things about it (in Dutch):

(& in English)


Get it, here:

oh my

Oh my, it seems i'm on a bit of a Deftones trip lately. I just wish i could make comics as emotionally raw as this music. Then again, i wish i could make comics as smooth as Sade's music.

current reading VII

"To meet the difficulty that none of us is aware of this sound, they account for it by saying that the sound is with us right from birth and thus has no contrasting silence to show it up..."

from W. K. C. Guthrie's A History of Greek Philosophy vol. 1

"In this tumult he stood abstracted on the trottoir in a listening attitude, and for a moment seemed not to recognize me when i touched him."
-M. P. Shiel, Vaila

"For about 250 years this lowly, hybrid, barely controlled, vaguely embarrassing literature has not just survived but insisted on coming back repeatedly. It suggests the Gothic works over material for its readers in important ways."

from the introduction to 'Late Victorian Gothic Tales' ed. Roger Luckhurst

& from same:

"Not the external and the physical alone is now managed by machinery, but the internal and spiritual also."
-Thomas Carlyle (1829)

current reading VI

"Dropping his visitor's hand, he suddenly stood stock-still, in the attitude of one who listens."

"There arose before him, complicated and inhuman, like a moving tower of instruments and appliances, the monstrous Apparition of Modern Invention.
 He felt as though, with aeroplanes spying down upon every retreat like ubiquitous vultures, with the lanes invaded by iron-clad motors like colossal beetles, with no sea, no lake, no river free from throbbing, thudding engines, the one thing most precious of all in the world was being steadily assassinated."

-John Cowper Powys, Wolf Solent

"Voici les temps des Assassins."

- Arthur Rimbaud, Matinée d'Ivresse