Why This Book Matters More Than Ever

I’ve had to take a step back these last few days and really look at what I’ve been watching unfold. In just 48 hours, the country I’ve loved my entire life feels completely changed.


Several of my posts were taken down because someone reported them for “violating community standards.” What were those posts about? Me saying I didn’t want fighting or bickering — and me saying I would no longer stay silent.


This was right after Jimmy Kimmel was taken off the air for supposedly making comments about a certain celebrity who is no longer with us — except he never said those things. What he actually said was directed at our “fearless leader,” who is planning to build a “big, beautiful ballroom” in a house he’s supposed to vacate in three years.


Does this sound familiar to anyone else? Because it should. This is exactly how it started in Germany in the 1930s.


My mind has been buzzing nonstop since. It feels like I’m preparing for a war no one will officially name. I can feel myself scanning for danger everywhere I go — even picking up DoorDash orders. Today I realized I was in full fight-or-flight before I even stepped into Starbucks, because of how much hostility I’d seen online yesterday.


And it’s hitting me just how different this war will be. We’re not just on the brink of a Civil War — I fear we’re heading toward World War III, while fighting each other at the same time. The weapons are different. The technology is different. The people are different. And I’m not even sure who our allies are anymore.


But that makes my work even more urgent.


I never thought I’d be publishing a book that will almost certainly end up on a banned book list during a time when media is being censored. But that’s exactly why Comatose has to exist. People are going to need something that makes them feel less alone in the dark days ahead.


And quite frankly, it is an honor to do my part to make sure that art — the art I’ve loved since childhood — survives into the next era of the world.



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