We've been having this argument for longer than you've been alive.


Winifred mops floors all day and has frightful stress dreams all night. Geosmin is a freshly retired radio DJ on the run from a confrontation with her terrifying wife. After a freak accident in the small hours of the night, Winifred finds herself playing host to one of Geosmin’s stray pieces: a golden hand that slices through the fabric of dreams. Newly bonded by inconvenience, the two must scramble to find a solution before Winifred is scrambled permanently.

I started this project as a way to teach myself about digital art, and have fun. This is my first narrative comic, and it's a roadmap of all my little obsessions, circumstances, and neuroses. Expect dreams, love, an active volcano, and an extinct species of pine tree.
I hope you enjoy!

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