Its not the day to day where I fail. Its in the minutes and hours of each day itself where I become lost in the pattern recognition and PTSD. When I cry its in fear of losing the most vulnerable among us. The old folks. The trans and NB kids. The chronically ill. Those who will slide off the edge into the dark first because of the evil creeping over every little thing. I'm just one person. Art is my voice. So I tried to make a comic that was a little more hopeful. I'm leashed to monthly dr appts and a body that is genetically inclined to try to end me. I can't do very much thats useful in the fight, outside of that site thats helps you do 5 calls a day. I love that. I'd rather be in the streets. So I cry. I'm enraged. Don't give up hope. Don't believe the propaganda. And don't let the bastards get you down. tessfowlerart.bigcartel.com
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Posted Aug 30, 2026 · Sound: Pixel Palm Breeze – Mabel Crate
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