whenever I drive across the abandoned train tracks in my now sprawl-y car centric suburban town i feel like a subsistence farmer in bronze-age egypt or a peasant in italy during the European Middle Ages going about my small insignificant life ignorant of the civilisational marvels under my feet except the few times I look up from my paddy fields or potato roots and the clouds clear and I see the smooth massive mountains or the giant marble ruins beyond my comprehension and feel an unknown aching loss
I wish I could draw this would make such a banger comic with an Egyptian peasant, an Italian peasant, and a broke bitch stuck in traffic gazing longingly at some pyramids, some Roman columns, and some abandoned tracks respectively




















