Hybrid-2

The Tribe is an organisation of people who are stigmatised simply by being human. A paradoxical non-collegiality of those whose position in the cosmos is pointless. For what I have just said to be impressive, I shall underline it with the plain text that follows. We were formed in 2018, but traces of our organisation lead all the way back to prehistory. Humans of the Neolithic nurtured madness by the fire — as the flame within them that shines upon what is to come. And like everything unknown, it wore the face of both fear and light. Members are always the same, cast from the mould of an eternal essence, and they never change, like everything that is primal. What madness created in them is steadfast, because madness creates imperishable form, over and over again.

For now, there are more than twenty of us. We are different, yet irreconcilable with the mask that the game of acceptance has placed upon people’s faces. Each of us has a name given by the sorcerer who, in delusion, speaks for “that which is one space for all possible times” — the cosmos. We are snowballing with our own eyes, and that game of hands and ball-like gazes we call drawings — which are our medicine against ourselves. We have friends and enemies. We wish they were stronger, so that we could be more proud of them, for only in defeating a strong enemy can one be truly satisfied. At the current stage, we do not mind whether we fight our enemies or offer them gifts.

We use comics as a blender to mix drawings and words, and it is there that we have chosen to reveal what might yet surprise humankind.

Tribe – F