It’s very interesting to me how different of an experience it is to re-read it now, one strip a day, as a twenty-nine-year-old.

I understand so many more of the references and the musings in general. In a sense I get more out of the comics now than I did then – but it’s come at a cost to some of my sense of wonder and glee. The first time I read it it was a both an exhilarating ride and a sort of cozy trance. This time it is much more of an intellectual engagement of the comic and the ideas in it.

I’ve often read a great comic or book and wished I could read it for the first time again, and with Bruno I actually can, in a way. I’m thankful for that.