“There’s not a day goes by I don’t feel regret. Not because I’m in here or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then… a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I wanna try to talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are. But I can’t. That kid’s long gone, this old man is all that’s left. I gotta live with that.”
– Red from The Shawshank Redemption, 1994
Nightmark was where I started to grow up. Just a little, and it was pretty painful at the time. In these posts on my comic work, I’ve been focussing pretty much on the work, and only speaking of personal things as they related to the work itself. Without being too much on the counselling couch, I need to talk about what happened in my life around Nightmark to give the context. Five years of experiences since school were about to come together in one final act.