Vemondalen; the frustration of creating something amazing when thousands of identical creations already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself. Aka, the crippling fear of any artist.
Nevertheless; have another, probably already out there, comic, on a topic that’s already been discussed. Because I’ll keep drawing till my hands fall off, no matter how pointless. Because I must. There.