When I was a lad I loved the comic strip Garfield. It used to be sort of funny. Nowadays it's just stupid. I don't think it's because I've grown up, I think the old ones are still funny. But the new stuff isn't funny. anyway, somebody had the idea to remove Garfield's namesake from a bunch of the strips, and suddenly it's not only hilarious again, it's thoughtful, sad, something like a Beckett play. You might have to read a few of them to get into it, but slowly you'll start to see the character of Jon quietly go insane. Interesting to think that the only difference is there's no cat for him to talk to. I talk to cats all the time. Would I talk as much if they weren't there. Yes. Yes, I would.
