One of the great things about comics is the ability to follow these characters through short OR long periods of their lives. We’re always following them through all these huge changes. Loss of loved ones, of jobs, of homes, of lives. They’re in constant upheaval.
People come and go in their lives. Peter loses a wife or a girlfriend or a best friend. Clark faces the fact that a childhood friend wants more of him than he can give. Bruce sees his son grow up and leave his shadow. Hal loses an entire city. So many others.
But life–real life–doesn’t move so quickly. We can follow a person’s life for years, generations even, in the realm of fiction. "Here comes tomorrow." Stories of time travel–to the past or future. Glimpses of what may be–or what might have been.
Real life–that can only be experienced in real-time. Now-time.
I’ve read comics for most of my life–and all of my adult life.
But for all outward appearances–whether it’s really me, myself…or a front I may (or may not) subconsciously put forth…
There’s no denying the difference, that which is found between fiction and reality.
Sure, one could lose one’s self within the realms of fiction–outright abandoning of reality. Or one can marvel in it, find a great deal within the realms of fiction–and in so doing, learn more about one’s self, that which is truly real.
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