There will be more cartoons soon. I have been reevaluating. I haven’t drawn for four days, which I think is good. I felt myself getting entangled in a mushy rut. I am about to leave Indiana. The blank fields are covered in morning light. I can see for miles but I can only see about four trees. This is where  respectable folks should come to die. The nearest town is known only as the hometown of Jim Jones. Everything is completely bare, but there are small clumps of trees that look like shiny toy forests. I never see this type of country acknowledged. Maybe my characters should all come here to lick each other and pray.