A boy witnesses the bizarre burial practices of the local communards.

(from McSweeney’s, issue 16)

As much as this story was colored with rich, sensuous detail, it was also seasoned with mystery and shadow. Though I bought what was happening, I found myself wondering exactly where it was happening. What country? Under what conditions, what govenment, were these communards (people who live on a commune, as poor Takehashi tells us) allowed to live and practice their strange rituals and way of life. Anyway, it’s not like confusion dogged the action or hampered the story. Just made me curious is all.

Zolof the Rock and Roll Destroyer, “I Owe You”