Whenever I go back and look at a page of my comic, I usually remember where I was when I was drawing that page, what emotional state I was in, even what music I was listening to while drawing. Looking at the older pages of An Untold World are the closest I can get to reliving those experiences.

As my writing and drawing improved, my mental well-being declined. I was just chilling for most of 2018 but when I started high school it was like I went a full 180. Everything felt bleak, twisted and strange, and the familiarity of middle school was gone. Now the ugly, choppy pages that I drew in the 8th grade have a somber sentimentality, a feeling of nostalgia, attached to them.
I don't know what caused my innocence and wonder to just disappear once I reached the 9th grade. I was so scared, trying everything I could to just be at peace like in middle school. But I'm approaching my junior year of high school and my naivete has been replaced with existentialism; the world is crumbling, safety is an illusion, and I've accepted that I can never go back to the summer of 2018.
All I can do is look at the amateur art I made when I was thirteen, close my eyes, and listen to the music I loved in the 8th grade. It won't bring back the happiness, but at least it will calm me down as I silently wait for the respite that is my teenage years to end.

That got pretty dramatic. So just enjoy some music, I guess. Maybe I should put music that I like in this fun little series so you viewers can enjoy some music too!