Aw, what a fine feline. He looks really nice. I think this drawing looks great, I love it. It has a sort of slightly moody and comfortable vibe to it, making it really pleasant. I guess that it fits the character.

"Life was never meant to be easy- otherwise death would be redundant." An interesting quote. Don't see the point in living if death is a preferable option in some circumstances though. Because why live and suffer when you can die, considering you will die nonetheless and it's an option that is on the table due to its kind of usefulness since it's not redundant? It's actually something that I ask myself a lot in a serious way, lol.

Sorry for another long comment and flooding you with these. <_< You'll have more peace to work on your stuff after you post these last five stories, haha.

The quote is similar to 'You can rest when you are dead' or 'only the dead have seen the end of war'. We only know pleasure because there is pain to contrast it, the struggle is the whole point of life in the first place, experiencing the dark and the light. Death in contrast is incredibly easy- because its nothing. No options, no experiences, nothing. There is an infinite number of ways you can die, but your options to stay alive are a lot more narrow.

The quote was Quinn's resolve against his struggles with trying to stop smoking- yea it is hard, yea he is struggling with it... but he is still fighting, because that is the whole point. Anything worth doing is worth working toward. All three of the main characters in The Shape Of You will have their share of problems, but maybe spending time together on the road will help them sort themselves out a bit on their way to 'fix' their bodies.

lol, I love comments tho- and if you hadn't noticed I don't exactly have an abundance of them anyway, rofl.

Though speaking of next years mega projects- if you want an actual dance with death; the other novella Last Leg is a very metaphor driven story of the two characters lives... which means following the natural progression of things their last opponent can only be one thing.

"Who the fuck are you supposed to be?"
It lurched, turning slowly under its tattered cloak with the sound of grinding bone.
"Who am... I? Nothing." Several skulls started to emerge from under the hood as a multitude of skeletal limbs spill out around the bottom to allow it to crawl forward. "I am... the space between stars. I am fate's humor. I am a blind man's favorite color." The skulls all leaned in toward him. "I am what awaits you at the end of every path. I am nothing."