My Favorite Place

Note: This started out and a series of tweets but it was too long for twitter. Kinda too short for a blog post. But here we are. It’s raw and short and emotional and I hope you enjoy it.

‪Comic Book stores are my favorite place in the whole world.‬

I always get so emotional every time I visit. It’s this combination of deep sadness that I can’t read them all and joy and all the gorgeous art and stories.

I want to buy them all and take them home and live in their worlds.

I’ve only been into comics mildly most of my life. And feverishly the past five years. But there’s something so special about them.

If I had to put my finger on it it’d be that you can live in moments as long or as short as you want. When Wolverine sees ___ die you can sit there with that moment for as long as you need. No one turns the page for you. Something about having an image to look at while processing what happened really does it for me.

I nerd out about a lot of things (read: nearly everything). But damn if comics don’t occupy a special place in my heart that movies, music, books, video games, etc. can’t.

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