In which intrepid scientist Konstantīns Ozols discovers multiple truths.
I made this comic in one night when it was super late because I was listening to Talking Heads too much. I have no scanner so these kinda look like shit even if they were touched up a bit, but I think it adds to it.
Made in 2020 with pencil on paper.
Image description: The first panel is labelled "Anatomy of Konstantīns Ozols, circa 1952" and depicts Konstantīns Ozols staring straight ahead with wide eyes and a sweaty face, gripping an Ozols radio with white knuckles. Various arrows point at them like an anatomical diagram, reading: disheveled hair not quite long enough to look good, eyes wide with the awe and fear of discovery, glasses with a prescription not quite strong enough, pallid and sweaty skin, mind and body that still thinks they're a mind.
The Ozols radio beeps. In front of Ozols floats an Aberration, a mangled mass of shadow and bone. Ozols just barely dodges the Aberration lunching and swiping at them, knocking papers off their desks, as the Ozols radio beeps louder and louder and their eyes grow wider and wider.