This comic is the rulinest! Small Stories. It's Clowes-tacular!

Later that day... Oh God. I can't stop reading. Those stories about the tiny wrongs and pains you felt a million years ago and how through the lens of memory they are magnified. The stupid painting you were so proud of that sucked, the time you faked having that phobia and somebody called you on it, the girl you dissed because you were afraid. Of course when I say "you" here I mean me. Sometimes those slaps to the face feel worse than real tragedies to me. Or maybe those are real tragedies.

I was going back and forth all day today. Still. It was selfish of me to come here, and now I feel, selfish of me to leave. Even though I've fulfilled my commitment, am I letting the students down by leaving? Look, I know that sounds super ego-centric, but... yeah. I guess it is...

You know, one thing I've learned here that I'll just write down so I can remember it: I need to do art. Everytime I read those comics and stuff I think "man, that's the coolest thing in the world." And it is. No lie. art (small, all-inclusive, "a", which includes most forms of expression) is the coolest thing in the world. period.
Those with new children (or on the way) may stare at me now blankly.