Module #001: We're All Gonna Die!

How I Stumbled Upon Daily Drawing

It was New Year's Eve in America, 2016. My brain was a mass of goo, bludgeoned by the traumatic shock of the election that had occurred two months prior, leaving me in a perpetual daze.

I sat hunched over my computer, slack-jawed, watery eyed, endlessly scrolling through my Facebook feed, lost in a sea of unsolicited political opinions and lazily posted memes.

In the malaise, I heard a quiet voice of clarity, coming from some under-used portion of my brain, "We are a society of trolls. You're one of them, now...", it whispered.

"Shut up, you!" I spat into the void. Disoriented and sweating profusely, I stumbled from my chair towards the safety the bathroom. "You're the troll!" I shrieked in a panic.

My cloudy cataract-ridden eyes locked onto the bathroom mirror. It was then that I truly saw myself for the first time. "You… you're... the.. troll..." the reflection of the insane aging man sobbed in front of me.

Driven by unseen forces, I ran to my study, pushing a starving child out of the way who blocked my path.

"Daddy, I'm hungry...mmphh"

"No time."

I grabbed a pencil, fighting the urge not to lodge it into my eye; instead the tiny voice inside exhorted its will and spoke a different command:

"Draw."

I put the pencil to paper and began scribbling madly. Every line an awakening, every shape a revelation. I laughed and laughed into the night.

When I made my final stroke I took a step back. This is the image that lie before me…