We drifted. It wasn’t a fight. It was just gravity. I went to a state school for marketing. Xter moved to a shared studio in the city with three other broke artists. I followed his life through grainy Instagram posts: a page from a rejected pitch here, a zine cover there. He got a tattoo of The Half-Life on his forearm. I got a 401(k).
In-universe or meta-commentary on the characters' (or artist's) own creative journeys, reflecting the phrase "seeing art come to life". Where to Read my childhood friend xter comic work