How strange, how sad, and how loathsome. Like trashy children playing in a tangled concrete jungle. With our paste and paint and falsies. Painting over chipped nail polish and pretending that we're on top of it all. Strung out and spun into the thinnest thread imaginable. There is no quick fix long-lasting enough, no safe escape. There is only finding joy where you can, with whom you can. Learning to live for the smallest of moments, which come to mean everything in the world. We're all the same brillantly flawed creatures at times stumbling... but finding our way through the endless lovely night.

~ How Loathsome Ted Naifeh & Tristan Crane