SAMSARA DREAMIN' Ch 1 | 10-14

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Extremely high effort round of pages. Very happy with how they turned out :) the two-page spread especially looks dynamite. I did like 9 (quick) passes on the rock face before I got the hang of it. I also had to redo Red's hair a few times across these pages -- opted to give her a blunter cut because it's easier to draw and frame her face with.

This scene is a homage to the opening of My Own Private Idaho (1991) dir. Gus Van Sant.

Next update coming 31/10 for Patrons! Same day as public release :) I don't know if I'll have time to make a Wordpress like I intended so I may have to post to another webcomic hosting network until then. Please let me know if anyone has any recommendations!

TRANSCRIPT

Page 10

[Match shot transition time skip to birds flying across the sky.]

[TITLE DROP. SCENE I: WELCOME TO HELL.]

RED: We’ve been here before.

[RED lights a cigarette. She leans back against the car and looks up, talking out loud to herself. WOLF stands in his seat, his ears perking up.]

RED: De ja vu or whatever you wanna call it. The present isn't real. We're not really here, because here doesn't exist. It's all just qualia bouncing around aimlessly, temporally dislocated phenomena being retrieved from any other point in the chain of causation. Maybe from last week.

[Crane up to reveal RED and WOLF parked next to a storm drain, a flock of birds migrating overhead. Behind them, a broken concrete bridge covered in graffiti. WOLF stretches his hand out to try and grab the birds.]

RED: ...maybe from another life.

Page 11

[RED glances back at WOLF.]

RED: Wolf, do you have any idea what I’m talking about?

[WOLF shakes his head sweetly.]

RED: (offscreen) Sigh. Yeah. Okay.

[RED looks down in contemplation, then up at the sky. She raises a finger.]

RED: I'm talking about time. Like in the Nietzschean sense of eternal return. Time is a great big circle. It goes around and around. Like a snake eating its own take.

[RED traces a little circle in the air, her hand held high at the sky, like she's making accusations at heaven.]

RED: Everything we do, we’re doomed to repeat, over, and over, and over again. That's all it comes down to.

Page 12

[A blighted landscape, a large plateau/rock formation in the distance. In the foreground, a colossal Buddha statue half buried in the sand, covered in vulgar graffiti. The broken bridge obscures half the image.]

RED: Hell and Earth are words that describe the same thing at different stages. The only difference between them is time. It's just more of this, no matter where you go.

[RED flicks her finished cigarette. Behind her, a NO SWIMMING sign.[

RED: There's no God in Heaven. No sin. No virtue. The whole fucking space-time continuum is one big shithole stretching into infinity in every direction.

[RED looks directly at the reader, forming a camera box with her fingers.]

RED: And right in the middle…

Page 13 & 14

[A two-page spread. Wide angle shot of RED and WOLF along the banks of the River of Oblivion. The black water is deceptively serene, sunlight glistening off its surface. The concrete embankment stretches to the water, a flight of stairs leading to a small jetty. On the left side of the image, the river's far side stretches into the horizon, a vertical face of jagged cliffs, the land turn asunder like a gaping wound. A gargantuan statue of a many-limbed skeletal figure in meditative repose towers over the skyline. On the right side of the image, a black tar road stretches into the vanishing point, mirroring the river. High above, birds flying across an empty sky, oblivious to our heroes' plight.]

RED: …the river of time, cutting across it like a box cutter through fat.

[Cut into extreme close-up of RED's face, staring at the reader through her fingers, a blank expression on her face. Her eye is sloped in an almost seductive way.]

RED: I’ll bet it goes all the way around world.