For some reason writing and drawing are very separate processes for me.

Watching everyone root through their psyche, it just delights me. Especially R. Crumb's stuff.

The web is my unconscious but it's also a wish -- a fantasy of what my own creativity might look like if I weren't constantly impeding its flow.

It's our very capacity for self-consciousness that makes us self-destructive!

The writing is hard, and the drawing is fun. It's very satisfying to see a drawing start to come together.

Basically, my work is play. It never actually feels that way - I'm always aiming to attain that state. But I get to do for a living what I did as a child for fun, and that's pretty cool.

Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure