Material existence is entirely founded on a phantom realm of mind, whose nature and geography are unexplored. - Alan Moore

Artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! YOU'VE READ ABOUT IT IN THE NEWSPAPERS! NOW, SHUDDER AS YOU OBSERVE, BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES, THAT MOST RAREAND RAGIC OF NATURE'S MISTAKES!

I GIVE YOU...
THE AVERAGE MAN!


PHYSICALLY
UNREMARKABLE
, IT HAS
INSTEAD
A DEFORMED SET OF
VALUES.


NOTICE THE
HIDEOUSLY BLOATED
SENSE OF
HUMANITY'S IMPORTANCE.
THE CLUB-FOOTED
SOCIAL CONSCIENCE
AND THE
WITHERED OPTIMISM.


IT'S CERTAINLY NOT FOR THE
SQUEAMISH
IS IT?

MOST
REPULSIVE
OF
ALL
, ARE ITS
FRAIL
AND
USELESS
NOTIONS OF
ORDER
AND
SANITY.
IF TOO MUCH
WEIGHT
IS PLACED UPON THEM...

... THEY
SNAP.


HOW DOES IT
LIVE
, I HEAR YOU ASK?

HOW DOES THIS POOR, PATHETIC SPECIMEN
SURVIVE
IN TODAY'S
HARSH
AND
IRRATIONAL
WORLD?

THE SAD ANSWER
IS
'NOT VERY
WELL.

"Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us."

-Rorschach.