Its Friday evening, I can sense the valve release of the city. The built up frustration of the workweek transforming into energy to be somewhere, to see someone, to do something.
The man who was never alone
By Petrit Kabashi
The man who was never alone
By Petrit Kabashi
PUBLISHED
15 Sep 2026
STAGE
Drafting
PAGES
20
A desperate man with nothing to lose walks into the woods and stumbles upon a house that confronts him with his deepest fears
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Petrit
10 Sep 2026
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Story has a good pace and great artwork
Its Friday evening, I can sense the valve release of the city. The built up frustration of the workweek transforming into energy to be somewhere, to see someone, to do something.
Some are able to flick the switch and start off the evening with an amnesia. Some need the ingestion of substances to help along and others, like me, are too disconnected to paricipate in another masquerade.
At these moments, when the city is changing gears from work to leisure and people are flowing along, it becomes unbearable for me to hear or smell the city.
Haunted by repressed memories and stillborn futures I am a living ghost in an indifferent city. The sad part is is that I'm not unique in this. To a different degree we are all masters of repression, clinging on infinite small chance that around the next corner a miracle will highjack us from our slumber.
P1
CAPTION
CAPTION
Some are able to flick the switch and start off the evening with an amnesia. Some need the ingestion of substances to help along and others, like me, are too disconnected to paricipate in another masquerade.
CAPTION
At these moments, when the city is changing gears from work to leisure and people are flowing along, it becomes unbearable for me to hear or smell the city.
CAPTION
Haunted by repressed memories and stillborn futures I am a living ghost in an indifferent city. The sad part is is that I'm not unique in this. To a different degree we are all masters of repression, clinging on infinite small chance that around the next corner a miracle will highjack us from our slumber.
Chapter 1, Page 1
Somehow I always end up walking through my old neighbourhood.
Warm flashbacks to when the whole family was still living together.
When the wings of my parents were strong enough to contain our nightmares and leave room to dream indiscriminately.
P1
CAPTION
Somehow I always end up walking through my old neighbourhood.
P2
CAPTION
Warm flashbacks to when the whole family was still living together.
P3
CAPTION
When the wings of my parents were strong enough to contain our nightmares and leave room to dream indiscriminately.
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