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 Planes by Pablo 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.
At this link I describe the main features of the responsive comics I publish. There is also a demo with the layout options of this format.
When I finish a new story, I share it on these social networks: