From 1996 to 1999 I produced three issues of a mini-comic called analog. It's introspective, real-life stuff; the kind of thing that makes a lot of people assume it's autobiographical even though it's not.
Sometimes your nights reach a hypnotic rhythm: There's plenty to do—parties, drinks, shows—and yet nothing ever changes. And then sometimes chance reaches out and jars that rhythm with a flirtatious smile and a promise to deftly, quietly, change your life.
He had decided his friends were too much trouble. He had not decided what that meant about him.
"I dreamt of following the rails forever, undoing their twists as I traced them over the horizon—but inside I was beginning to recede, to contract like a dying thing."