My Greatest Lost Matterpiece

I was going through a sketchpad I used for the 8th grade art class and I found this seemingly unfinished comic...

of a guy with a Jerry Seinfeld haircut tugging on the arm of a squat man wearing a beanie cap and a t-shirt with Bosnia written across the stomach.

It's been said that a great work of art should be judged not by the answers it provides but the questions it raises.

By that metric, this comic is truly incredible.

Is the Bosnia man just wearing a shirt that says Bosnia or is he supposed to represent Bosnia?

His arms are spread wide as if someone else should be pulling from the other side but no one is there. Is this supposed to represent the occasional tangible quality of nothingness?

Is that nothingness related to the 5 unfinished panels?

Is this representative of a nonsensical, incomplete tension that immediately dissolves to nothing? Is THAT representative of this entire blog?

Why did I stop mid-panel and abandon this comic for years and years? What was the original intention?

We struggle for nothing, against nothing, leading to nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing...

cue Macbeth monologue!

 To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.