hey-seneca
Original: hey-seneca on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A bearded man (questioner): "Hey, Seneca, why don't you grieve when a friend dies?"
Panel 2:
Seneca (a bald, older man): "Thinking of departed friends is to me something sweet and mellow. For when I had them with me it was with the feeling that I was going to lose them."
Panel 3:
The bearded man: "You're imagining me dead right now, aren't you?"
Panel 4:
Seneca (smiling broadly): "I am so relaxed!"
Caption (bottom left): "(paw¶h á's language from the Robi-Campbell Foundation)"
Votey:
A close-up of Seneca's smiling face.
Seneca: "Today I'm imagining you crushed by elephants."
A bearded man (questioner): "Hey, Seneca, why don't you grieve when a friend dies?"
Panel 2:
Seneca (a bald, older man): "Thinking of departed friends is to me something sweet and mellow. For when I had them with me it was with the feeling that I was going to lose them."
Panel 3:
The bearded man: "You're imagining me dead right now, aren't you?"
Panel 4:
Seneca (smiling broadly): "I am so relaxed!"
Caption (bottom left): "(paw¶h á's language from the Robi-Campbell Foundation)"
Votey:
A close-up of Seneca's smiling face.
Seneca: "Today I'm imagining you crushed by elephants."
Alt text
A four-panel comic. Panel 1: A bearded man asks a bald older man, "Hey, Seneca, why don't you grieve when a friend dies?" Panel 2: Seneca, the bald man, replies, "Thinking of departed friends is to me something sweet and mellow. For when I had them with me it was with the feeling that I was going to lose them." Panel 3: The bearded man, looking uneasy, says, "You're imagining me dead right now, aren't you?" Panel 4: Seneca grins blissfully and answers, "I am so relaxed!" The joke: Stoic equanimity toward loss reframed as Seneca cheerfully fantasizing about his friend's death. Votey (aftercomic): An extreme close-up of Seneca's serenely smiling face as he says, "Today I'm imagining you crushed by elephants," escalating the morbid imagining for comic effect.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.