Your body begins to deteriorate no later than the age of 21.
Some people live in sadness longer than in happiness.
One day you’ll take a deep breath, but not deep enough to escape your worries.
You will roll your eyes to the back of your head, but never without discomfort and pain.
Your first anything only happens once.
Someday, the moon will come along, and all the light that once filled your eyes will only be but a reflection or mimicry of warmth you Used to know.
Time does not care; it will never walk you back home. It simply follows in hindsight.
Crying is a distraction neither more, nor less, than laughter.
Whenever you smell a fart, someone’s poop is literally inside your nose. This is the only way to smell things, other than memory.
Memory is never perfect.
Tears taste gross and eyes get infected.
Blindness is a distraction too.
Melancholy is the only frequency at which the soul resonates throughout and completely.
Bleeding is inevitable.
You will never see the sun’s actual surface. Nor Jupiter’s.
If this is bleak, you haven’t learned how to live yet.
You get to die in the end.
From Sam Kieth’s The Maxx: Maxximized #4. A bit of meta-commentary on Gaiman’s take on Death in The Sandman, I see.
This is one of the darkest stand-alone issues of comics I’ve ever read. Heartbreaking, matter-of-fact views on family, suicide, and codependency, among many other ideas. Go read it.
The Maxx is as personal as a work can get for me, hitting to things in my life that leave me still in recovery. A dangerous thing to be certain, but luckily, The Maxx is as accurate and therapeutic as I could have hoped without dodging the truth.
Trigger Warnings ahead
At its core, The Maxx is about rape and how it affects the victim and those around them. Julie and the man known as The Maxx are put into a codependent relationship defined by Julie’s rape despite the fact the assault happened long before she met him. Maxx needs to save Julie from in ways she doesn’t need, and Julie needs Maxx to be there as the sole person to turn to about her rape. Their dependence on the other for sanity and peace of mind proves to be too detrimental to both of their lives and loving relationship, and Julie decides for both of them, she has to leave.
"You’re way of helping me is by leaving?"
"Don’t tell me, you’re afraid if I leave you’ll cease to be?"
I had a relationship very similar, just not lost in metaphors.
Attempting to save a person from rape after the fact, to shelter them from their inner turmoil is a very taxing quest. It simply can’t be done, I can assure you. If you let it define your relationship with the victim, you’ll just become another piece of baggage, and whatever healing you’ll do will be dependent upon you. You’ll do and forgive unneeded hardships on yourself for the sake of the other person, because you feel you can’t afford to do otherwise. When the relationship ends, the troubles will compound on you both. You’ll feel a sense of responsibility as the person you’ve lived for is no longer in need of you, and the person will have to rebuild what faulty barrings you put up.
The Maxx is accurate, and hits the hard stuff without batting an eye or causing any offense towards any party.
stick around for the surprise ending
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this really fucked me up man
Graphic winged liner by Val Garland at Hervé Léger Fall/Winter 2014
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