2013-03-25
Original: 2013-03-25 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Two people, a man with dark hair and a person with red hair, lie on the grass at night under a starry sky, talking.
Panel 1:
Red-haired person: My uncle is going crazy.
Panel 2:
Red-haired person: We thought he was just odd, but it turned out he was a paranoid schizophrenic, and slowly getting worse.
Panel 3:
Red-haired person: What weirds me out is that the reason we're all worried about him is that he thinks the universe cares deeply about his behavior.
Panel 4:
Red-haired person: We call him crazy because he doesn't accept, like us, that he's just a tiny nothing in a giant indifferent cosmos.
Panel 5:
Red-haired person: But we don't accept that either. Not really. Because if we did, we'd be the ones who went nuts.
Panel 6:
Red-haired person: I love him, and I pity him, but I can't shake the idea that when he dies, he'll think it was for a reason, and when I die I'll just be wide-eyed, scared, and alone, not knowing why I'm here or why I can't stay.
Panel 7 (both lying on the grass, silent):
Panel 8:
Dark-haired person: My uncle buys me action figures and cookies.
Panel 9:
Red-haired person (frowning, annoyed): Then I guess he'll die alone too.
Votey:
Dark-haired person: Also are you sharing those cookies?
Panel 1:
Red-haired person: My uncle is going crazy.
Panel 2:
Red-haired person: We thought he was just odd, but it turned out he was a paranoid schizophrenic, and slowly getting worse.
Panel 3:
Red-haired person: What weirds me out is that the reason we're all worried about him is that he thinks the universe cares deeply about his behavior.
Panel 4:
Red-haired person: We call him crazy because he doesn't accept, like us, that he's just a tiny nothing in a giant indifferent cosmos.
Panel 5:
Red-haired person: But we don't accept that either. Not really. Because if we did, we'd be the ones who went nuts.
Panel 6:
Red-haired person: I love him, and I pity him, but I can't shake the idea that when he dies, he'll think it was for a reason, and when I die I'll just be wide-eyed, scared, and alone, not knowing why I'm here or why I can't stay.
Panel 7 (both lying on the grass, silent):
Panel 8:
Dark-haired person: My uncle buys me action figures and cookies.
Panel 9:
Red-haired person (frowning, annoyed): Then I guess he'll die alone too.
Votey:
Dark-haired person: Also are you sharing those cookies?
Alt text
A nine-panel comic in which two people lie side by side on the grass at night beneath a starry sky: a man with dark hair and a person with bright orange-red hair in a yellow shirt. The red-haired person delivers a long, melancholy monologue about their uncle, who is a paranoid schizophrenic. They explain that the unsettling thing is that everyone worries about the uncle because he believes the universe cares deeply about his behavior, while everyone calls him crazy for not accepting that he's just a tiny nothing in a giant indifferent cosmos. They admit no one really accepts that either, because doing so would drive them nuts. They confess they love and pity the uncle but can't shake the fear that when he dies he'll think it was for a reason, while when they die they'll just be wide-eyed, scared, and alone, not knowing why they're here or why they can't stay. After this heavy, existential speech, the dark-haired person simply replies, 'My uncle buys me action figures and cookies.' The red-haired person, now shown in close-up looking annoyed and frowning, snaps back, 'Then I guess he'll die alone too.' In the votey (bonus panel), a close-up of the dark-haired person's wide-open mouth and face: 'Also are you sharing those cookies?'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.