M0R1BUND

I see your destinies above you
like angels who don’t love you

I drew this in 2023 after reading the IPCC report and hearing “Steal Smoked Fish” for the first time. I meant to finish it up, but never did. It resurfaces now, I guess, much like the vaquita at the brink of the Sea of Cortez.

My life is full of addicts and ex-addicts, infinitely precious people who have teetered on a similar brink. There is something in there that is the same— the vaquitas in the sea of cortez and the vaquitas in my life, and feeling so sad and angry and helpless about the state of things that I want to bring the whole world to heel. 8 vaquitas. 8 vaquitas and how are we not rioting in the streets? 8 vaquitas and how do i go to work tomorrow? 8 vaquitas. 8 vaquitas. it’s about the vaquitas but it’s not just about the vaquitas. it’s never just the vaquitas. Our struggles are so tightly bound up with one another’s. Please give flowers to the living.