This is the first instalment of ‘Ursula’, a comic by Michael Hawkins we’ll be serialising over the next few months.
In odd moments back then this thing would happen… I’d vague out so thoroughly I’d forget where I was and find I’d slipped into blackness (just little pixels of light registering at the corners of my sight). In this blackness I’d imagine millions of clammy hands reaching for me with an uncool neediness.
Also my own hands would sometimes not feel like mine… What was happening again?
Looking back, I guess I was depressed or whatever. Some non-descript doom seemed to be following me…
It didn’t really seem to matter though… everything around me was so pretty… like it was covered in a gorgeous shimmering membrane of fuck yeah.
This one time I was op-shopping with my friend Ishka, when we found this massive, intense cat-mask that was, like, made of feathers… it was so amazing we couldn’t even believe it.
Ishka was this totally rad babe, btw, I guess my best friend. We lived together, went to the same uni, and we were always hanging out. It felt most provident and exhilarating.
Except sometimes I’d say shit and she’d give me this look like I wasn’t even trying to be human.
Anyway… I hung the cat-mask on my wall. Sometimes I’d look up at it and think about how I was this random girl, living as me, at this specific point in my life.
Michael Hawkins is a Melbourne-dwelling comic book and visual artist of Tasmanian and U.S. derivation. He believes in mystery.
Keep an eye out for more instalments from 'Ursula’ in the near future. While you’re waiting, grab a copy of The Lifted Brow #19 to see more of Michael’s work.