focus-2
Original: focus-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Man with green tie (interviewer): How do you do it? You're sitting in this elevator with nothing to do for 30 seconds, and instead of taking out your phone you take in the ambience.
Panel 2:
Woman with dark hair and glasses: Yes. I look at the people around me, each one a miracle, each a soul's board set daily with new food.
Panel 3:
Man with green tie: The key is this bag of shit?
Panel 4:
Woman: I rigged my phone so it can only be turned on by pressing the bag to my face and breathing deeply, inducing nausea, revulsion, and a vertiginous level of self-hatred!
Panel 5:
Man with green tie: It's a little extrem—
Woman: Now I only look at my phone 30 or 40 times a day!
Votey:
Woman (continuing): Weekday, I mean.
Man with green tie (interviewer): How do you do it? You're sitting in this elevator with nothing to do for 30 seconds, and instead of taking out your phone you take in the ambience.
Panel 2:
Woman with dark hair and glasses: Yes. I look at the people around me, each one a miracle, each a soul's board set daily with new food.
Panel 3:
Man with green tie: The key is this bag of shit?
Panel 4:
Woman: I rigged my phone so it can only be turned on by pressing the bag to my face and breathing deeply, inducing nausea, revulsion, and a vertiginous level of self-hatred!
Panel 5:
Man with green tie: It's a little extrem—
Woman: Now I only look at my phone 30 or 40 times a day!
Votey:
Woman (continuing): Weekday, I mean.
Alt text
A five-panel comic. A man in a suit with a green tie interviews a woman with dark hair and glasses inside an elevator. He asks how she manages to sit with nothing to do for 30 seconds and take in the ambience instead of pulling out her phone. She replies that she looks at the people around her, each one a miracle, 'a soul's board set daily with new food.' He asks, 'The key is this bag of shit?' She enthusiastically explains she rigged her phone so it can only be turned on by pressing the bag to her face and breathing deeply, inducing nausea, revulsion, and a vertiginous level of self-hatred. As he starts to object that it's a little extreme, she triumphantly cuts in: 'Now I only look at my phone 30 or 40 times a day!' Votey: a close-up of the woman, smiling slightly, adding, 'Weekday, I mean.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.