Panel 1: With his head resting on the top of the couch's backrest, Denver stairs up at the ceiling silently.

Panel 2: The same panel repeats, only now all we can see is Denver's face.

Panel 3: The same panel again, only now it's just his eye.

Panel 4: Denver sits up suddenly and reaches into his inner jacket pocket, even though it requires some use of his arm that's in the sling. He says, "Fuck it," with a grimace.

Panel 5: Denver's hand dials on an old Nokia phone. The non-backlit screen reads that it's calling a 'Margot.'

Panel 6: Denver holds the phone to his ear with his good arm, looking worried. The line rings. Above Denver loom the exposed ceiling beams and pipes that crowd his loft's ceiling.

Panel 7: A CLICK, followed by someone answering, "Hello?" through the phone. Denver looks surprised as he shouts, "Margot!"
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I wasn't sure if folks would want webcomic promotion shoved in their face following the news that the U.S. just voted away its own democracy. I wasn't sure if I - a BIPOC trans person living in the country that just voted away its own democracy - would want to talk about that webcomic. But I looked at the news Wednesday morning, felt about 15 seconds of despair, and then I was immediately filled with resolve. If my queer, trans existence has become an act of defiance, then let me rebel. If the content of this comic becomes unpalatable to the law, then let me go until they stop me. I'm going to keep creating art and Keeping Time because I need to, for myself, foremost. This story is queer and messy and not meant to be an ethics guide, and might be the kind of work that'll find itself under the censorship crosshairs of the upcoming administration. But until then. Until I have no options. I'll be here, making my queer as fuck art. I guess, to borrow the words from Denver here... Fuck it. Let's keep going.