Hyviä neuvoja, rohkaisevia sanoja

It’s so nice that you do comics as a hobby. | No one is saying you have to do this. Why won’t you just give up? | Remember not to be too hasty. Don’t do quantity over quality. | You are still so young. We don’t even expect you to understand these kind of important things. | But… Don’t you understand? | When I have to, I can do miracles… | …Like become invisible.

Tänään…

Today I am a little girl. |  I put my wellines on | walk through puddles | and play invisible.

Today I don’t care about grown up things. And I don’t care that they say: | You are so small. | Because today I am so so small.

Today I leave my hair in a mess and I don’t think what you think of me because | Today I am a little girl | you are so stupid | today I don’t care about you.

Today I am again | playing hide and seek by myself | And maybe tomorrow I’ll find myself. | But today I am small.

24 hour comic 2008

One.

Where did you go? | Wait for me, | I’ll come with you! | can you hear me? |
Two.

I miss you.
Three.

Can I miss you? | And do you miss me?
Four.

Do you ever wonder, what am I doing? | I wonder all the time… | …what are you doing… | …And with who. | No. | I’m not going to ask.
Five. 

Because if I ask… | …Are you coming back.. | Then I start to doubt that you’re not. | ..Or.. | …That have you ever really… | Been here.
Six. 

I’m angry.
Seven. 

I’m so angry at myself. | I’m just waiting. | Waiting… | …I want to go away.
Eight. 

I want to go away from my thoughts. | Away from here. | Just anywhere. | Away.
Nine. 

Away. | Away. | Away. | Away.
Ten. 

But… | …What will… | remain of me…. | …then?
Eleven. 

Remain?
Twelve. 

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

Fifteen.

Sixteen.

No.
Seventeen. 

Eighteen.

Nineteen.

You…
Twenty.

Why did you have to go? | Or… | Yes, I know | I’m sure you didn’t even know you where leaving.
Twenty-one. 

I’m sure you didn’t even know I would miss you. | And I’m not complaining. | I’m just making observations. | Just saying thing aloud. | Just saying..
Twenty-two. 

Where was I?
Twenty-three. 

Oh, right…

NYT

NOW, during this trip, I finnaly had the feeling I’ve been waiting for. | That feeling when I’m thinking… | I don’t want to go back to Helsinki. | It doesn’t feel like home yet. | It even snowed in Oulu. | I’m writing to get rid of this bad feeling. | Maybe I won’t show this to anyone afterall. | This month is going to be unreal.