This strip is a mix of things for me. I really enjoyed capturing the silent in-air shot of Ted, first of all. But the sentiment…. as an adult, I’ve felt, and perhaps (embarrassingly enough) even said words similar to Vachel’s. I get it. But I am also Ted, and feel the Vachels of the world need more Ted’s in these circumstances.
Sometimes I find that it’s the things which are just incredible enough to be beyond normal reach, which require that you have to be just crazy enough to pursue.
But on most days I remember it’s the simple things which shine the brightest.
For this strip I really just wanted to write about my love for the experience of picking berries. Mind you, I don’t like picking more than a dozen or so (and promptly eating them).
I had planned the POTENTIALITY of bringing back the space shuttle, but never found the right opportunity (I don’t think I did, did I?). But hiding it under some branches seemed the most appropriate thing.
And yes, Vachel’s line in panel #1 is perhaps the darkest of this strip. As is the theme, actually. It was inspired by hearing that many astronauts suffer depression after becoming earth-bound again, theoretically partly because they know that nothing they ever do will ever be as momentous.
I mean, after doing the greatest feat of your life, and suddenly it’s the day-to-day of going for a walk or playing fetch, that must be a hard transition.