Every once in a while, Thaddeus and I (mostly Thaddeus) will text the other person a veritable wall of words that’s not really an comic idea, so much as a mostly-formed thought. This is one that I sent to him after rolling it around in my head for a while.

And in case it’s not painfully obvious enough, this strip is not about literal masks. It’s entirely about the metaphorical masks that many of us wear to hide that pain and grief, guilt and shame buried deep inside us that we will not – can not – let the world see.