I am 28 today. I was 21 when all of this began. In the middle, there's a whole life, in a sense. I've moved, I had so many stories, I was a fresh twentyager and and now I'm on the verge of leaving my twenties forever.
In the first strip H. just got up from some useless, unrestful sleep.
The penultimate strip seems to wrap a day, a 7 years long day, as H. goes to sleep again, the last two panels recalling the first two of strip #001.
A very last strip was needed: H. wakes up again, and everything looks different. All the in-between struggle hasn't been useless, the loop is vanquished and so is the logic of jumping back to the first strip.
And, so to say, *it snows* |