The story evolves around every character, each of them carrying their own unique weight and story line.
Each character is a reflection of the world they live in, a world where the lines between reality and
fantasy blur, and where the darkest corners of the human psyche are laid bare. Their stories intertwine
in unexpected ways, lives that explore the complexities of existence, love, violence, and the fragile
nature of morality.
A series of moments, that capture the meaning of what it means to be alive in a world that
often feels devoid of meaning.
I would like to make short comics, just showing some situations or conversations between the characters.
There is no linear story, or a goal that needs to be fulfilled. I enjoy the slice of life aspect
of it, jumping into any exciting situations.
The world looks at things like mental health, nihilistic worldviews, antisocial behaviour, depression,
abuse, suicide, depersonalization, drugs and so on. I either talk about my own experiences or those of others.
The main theme is the morality of cannibalism, which I find really interesting to explore and analyse,
whether it's as a metaphor or an explicit act. For me, it's a complex play of love and violence.
I just enjoy creating characters who are unapologetically flawed and far from morally "nice".
I'd like to take a closer look at each character I've created over the past ten years.
The world I've built is a mix of reality and fantasy, with real-world issues and the themes
and struggles within my creation. Some of these subjects are based on real, pressing problems, while others
have been completely eradicated from this world.
I've avoided issues that the media often overuse or sensationalise as "global problems". That kind of
approach can feel exhausting, and I wanted to take a different path.
As a general rule, I don't want to chase popularity as an artist. I decided a while ago that I'd
focus on creating art that brings me joy, rather than depending on views or likes for validation.
I don't think this project needs a lot of attention. I'd rather keep it within smaller, more
intimate circles of people who are genuinely interested in it.
Personal experience
Im creating this because maybe for you there is a tomorrow.
I think I started creating this character, Etu, when I was around 22 years old. At the time,
I was a bit scared to think about the cruel things he would do, and it felt somewhat childish too.
All I imagined was a person who desired to eat someone out of lust. I didn’t specifically enjoy the
gore I had to think about to make it work. Over time, I guess I desensitized myself to it.
I’m not the same person I was a decade ago, and that’s a good thing! I’ve learned so much about
myself, the world, and from my mistakes. I hope to keep growing and learning more and more.
Around the end of 2023 I got obsessed with Noah, I don't know why but he was rather a side character
for me before. I guess it was due to me loosing my job at that time and falling into a hole, I tried
to grab on a though that made me feel comfortable and I projected myself into him.
Now I'm just having fun playing around with all those Ocs I created.
Each of them represents a side of me, a project, or an interest I enjoy thinking about.
Yes, sex is great but have you ever felt being understood?
Deep inside of me I know that all of this is a call for help, without wanting any help.
I don't want it, I'm self-aware enough to know what I do. So what am I longing for?
I just want to be understood, I guess.
I’m very scared of suddenly losing all the feelings I have for this project.
I struggles with my own thoughts about drawing or even making metaphors about certain sexual desires that are
unusual, cruel, or seen as wrong.
I feel like I’m constantly searching for something, but I don’t even know what it is.
I’m terrified of being alone, but I also push people away when they get too close.
I also struggles with not know where to draw the line of how much is okay to share, so I hope those who know, understand,
why I tend to overshare. I'm still learning.
I hate myself for not taking the opportunity to make the best of myself; I feel like I’m just wasting away.
I struggles with wanting to be desired, I don't know if its good or bad.
I cant say no, and there are too many people trying so hard to make me say yes.
As a child I thought if I die I would go to those fantasy worlds I made up and be more happy.
I have taken limerence for love too many times, I just want it to stop.
At some point in my life I understood why others tend to go back to their abuser.
I'm self-destructive and purposely make myself suffer.
I don't like myself.
I'm pathetic.
