From the comic book

And again I woke up from my dream just for a moment to drink some coffee, watch the World outside the window and write few mails. I don't even think about going out. Today wind is heavier than ever, I can observe the undulating landscape trapped from aside by the static monuments of rocks. Three colors are painting the view. Waving oceans green, odd white of snow and dark black of all that left without covering. Each day is separately different planet with its own hemisphere, moons, orbits and stars. Today I woke up in nostalgic Universe called Apathy. Yesterday my spaceship body flew over the landscapes of the planets Hope and Resurrection. They exist just few hundreds yards from each other. You can reach them in full flow without feeling the gravity of your hidden stormy thoughts. Instead of that idealistic Islands today gloomy heavy sky let you have a quick glance of affluence of the Apathy Universe. Austerity of life and underpinning of flashing remains curves your mind with sharp scalpel. The effect of the artistic sculpture you can easily perceive in the look of passing you inhabitants of Apathy. They know that you have been marked and now you are acceptable.