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This kinda ties in with having to deal with how many spoons you have left to dig. (Umm the spoon theory)
This comic brings me anxiety, not because of all those negativity layers, but because he’s stuck in a tiny tunnel. It’s a desperate circumstance. I think I developed claustrophobia recently or something >.>
I’ve been a claustrophobe most of my life, this one freaks me out too much to linger on.
Very accurate depiction.
One thing I struggle with is just knowing what to do, so I wind up doing nothing, and ask, “Where did the time go?”