Looking back at this Comix now, almost a year and four months after the invasion first started, two things come to mind. First, humans are incredibly resilient and adaptable creatures. Second, detachment is a powerful privilege. It was a challenging piece to make, both in terms of form and context. At the same time, it was one of those pieces that stumbles out of you under pressure or as the means to process the circumstances, wildly out of your control, that you suddenly found yourself in. The dichotomy so deeply embedded in the making finds resemblance in my feelings, too, as I feel both hopeful and delusional, still believing in the importance of this piece reaching a wider audience as an attempt to deconstruct the narrative assigned to a nation in its entirety and offer a touch of humanity.
