Elin & ComicPhantom
Hey, I was just flipping through an old anthology of underground comics and came across a story about a city that’s entirely silent. The art’s stark, but the dialogue… or the lack of it, feels like a meditation on loneliness. I’ve been wondering: do you ever think that some of the best comics are the ones that force you to sit in silence and just… feel the weight of what’s left unsaid? What’s your take on that?
I think that’s exactly what makes those comics resonate. When the panels breathe in silence, the space between them feels heavier than any word could. It’s like the art itself becomes a quiet conversation, and you’re invited to listen to what the story chooses not to say. In that stillness, there’s a chance to hear your own thoughts echoing back, which feels oddly intimate and unsettling at the same time.