john lewis' graphic novels

Between pandemic and political collapse, there's been space for at least one thing to burgeon: my inability to sit still. Or focus. Or breath out slowly and relax. These are anxious times even for a man anxious in the best of times. Fear, worry and despair have all shown up for dinner and don't know what to say to each other. How awkward. I think of a few other typical/suitable images: a taut chord vibrating under strain, an inability to pull ones' head above the surface of the water, being u...