For the first time in years I actually feel like writing that story again. I wrote it back in 2020 to process a lot of strong emotions
Started thinking of it and adding more details in places I couldn’t figure out.
Realized all my “new ideas” are definitely just a faintly there kink of mine… Wonder how long it’d take people to figure out the correct one after reading it
The face Milhouse made haunted me for years. I don’t know what it is about that grimace that branded itself upon me but… it stuck. It stuck with me for years.
Even now, I feel a certain coldness
because its based on this picture of a French man watching the Nazis march into Paris in 1940