The flag

Today I'm going to reach a peak
that no one has ever reached.
I should enjoy it.
But this is not so.

Enjoy the journey,
they say.

As if this
was a walk.

This is not a walk.
It's a race.

To this summit
you don't come strolling in.

You arrive slowly, yes,
as slowly
as possible
but not walking.

At least
I don't know how to do it like that.
And neither do they.
That's why they're not here.

You start
adding hours,

that are stealing whole days from you.

Hours
that hide the passing of the months and the weight of the years.

Years you dedicate
to do,
what no one has ever done.

Others will say
that it is all about my ego,
that I do it
for recognition.
They don't know
how flattery hurts.

You do it because you have no choice.

A pinch
that you carry between
chest and stomach.

It squeezes and tells you
what you have
to do.

It sets you apart
even from your people.

I'll savor it later,
when enough time has gone by,
when it no longer hurts to look.

Then maybe,
if I'm lucky,
I may turn my head
and think, I did it.
Then I will enjoy it.
And maybe, for a moment,
I will forgive me.

No!
It can't be.

On September 17th 2020
I finished building a structure
to create responsive webcomics.
I thought it was the first
time it was done.

On December 11th 2020,
I discovered that already since 2017
a project had been created with all
a responsive and well done
webcomic should have:

Standards, Semantics & Sequential Art
and a first responsive comic
Toy PlanesbyPablo Defendini.

Finished my career,
I'm left with the findings I have walked
and knowing that I wasn't
alone in my madness.

And yet,
now that everything is lost,
I begin to see the beauty.

This is a responsive and multilanguage webcomic.

Atthis link I describe the main features of the responsive comics I publish. There is also a demo with the layout options of this format.

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