Remaining with the comic strip theme, here's a character drowning in words once more, this time the cut up exclamation defines his situation, as you can probably tell. I sometimes like to cut words to complete abstraction, rendering them 'meaningless' other than as patterns. 'We belong'...but where? You can read this as a 'statement' of both the artist who unsure if he 'belongs' in any particular tradition; unconscious of one, at least. And an adaptation of sensationalist horror storytelling rewritten as...existential despair.