moody
Original: moody on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Dark-haired woman: I was reading a book by William Vollmann about dreams.
Red-haired woman: What?
Panel 2:
Dark-haired woman: He once wrote this thing about Pandora.
Red-haired woman: Hm.
Red-haired woman: Right?
Panel 3:
Dark-haired woman: I heard her once, and once saw the form a little bit. I never see the whole of the thing. I get a few bits of the unraveled stream, and clouds variously plunged across the dark sky. Fall, and walking, like a feeling. But I heard her dripping down from beck to beck. Then, off in endless season, off she went into another world, and all her vague mirror-like masks fly the autumn winds.
Panel 4:
Dark-haired woman: And then about a hundred years ago, what was changed so fast that it sounded unsafe to say. Some primitive religion meant a tree or a book. We began like they just spat their pants in front of God.
Red-haired woman: And while I read this also you could think like a man for ordinary annulled the whole. I would feel it somehow do that.
Red-haired woman: Is it rationality, are we all so enlightened now, that we can't hold anything to be sacred?
Panel 5:
Dark-haired woman: I don't think that's because I know spiritual people, and I would also feel weird about it.
Red-haired woman: So, what happened? Who killed whatever was alive? Why are pretty brain-washed over to activists and organizations?
Panel 6:
Dark-haired woman: Why is it that, even though I am aware that I am wishing to feel the way I can't imagine hanging out with a great writer while sane and feeling worth more about a damn flowerpot?
Red-haired woman: I'm sorry but this conversation has gotten too vague for my comfort. Can you say something sincere about a guarded insecurity we'd be better off discussing sincerely?
Panel 7:
Red-haired woman: Death is for sucker. I'm gonna live forever.
Dark-haired woman: There we go!
Votey:
A grinning face exclaims: This is way better than feelings!
Dark-haired woman: I was reading a book by William Vollmann about dreams.
Red-haired woman: What?
Panel 2:
Dark-haired woman: He once wrote this thing about Pandora.
Red-haired woman: Hm.
Red-haired woman: Right?
Panel 3:
Dark-haired woman: I heard her once, and once saw the form a little bit. I never see the whole of the thing. I get a few bits of the unraveled stream, and clouds variously plunged across the dark sky. Fall, and walking, like a feeling. But I heard her dripping down from beck to beck. Then, off in endless season, off she went into another world, and all her vague mirror-like masks fly the autumn winds.
Panel 4:
Dark-haired woman: And then about a hundred years ago, what was changed so fast that it sounded unsafe to say. Some primitive religion meant a tree or a book. We began like they just spat their pants in front of God.
Red-haired woman: And while I read this also you could think like a man for ordinary annulled the whole. I would feel it somehow do that.
Red-haired woman: Is it rationality, are we all so enlightened now, that we can't hold anything to be sacred?
Panel 5:
Dark-haired woman: I don't think that's because I know spiritual people, and I would also feel weird about it.
Red-haired woman: So, what happened? Who killed whatever was alive? Why are pretty brain-washed over to activists and organizations?
Panel 6:
Dark-haired woman: Why is it that, even though I am aware that I am wishing to feel the way I can't imagine hanging out with a great writer while sane and feeling worth more about a damn flowerpot?
Red-haired woman: I'm sorry but this conversation has gotten too vague for my comfort. Can you say something sincere about a guarded insecurity we'd be better off discussing sincerely?
Panel 7:
Red-haired woman: Death is for sucker. I'm gonna live forever.
Dark-haired woman: There we go!
Votey:
A grinning face exclaims: This is way better than feelings!
Alt text
A six-panel black-and-white SMBC comic showing two women in conversation: one with dark hair and skin, one with red hair. They are having a meandering, increasingly abstract philosophical discussion about a William Vollmann book, dreams, Pandora, the loss of the sacred, and whether modern rationality has stripped life of reverence. The dialogue is deliberately rambling and hard to parse. In the final panel the red-haired woman cuts off the abstract talk, declaring 'Death is for suckers. I'm gonna live forever,' and the dark-haired woman replies 'There we go!' — a punchline about how a blunt, concrete statement is a relief after all the vague philosophizing. Votey (aftercomic): a close-up of a grinning cartoon face beaming and saying, 'This is way better than feelings!'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.