I'm Outta Here. You Come Too.

I don't know where I'll end up. Care to join me? WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY PETER MOORE

WHEN I WAS A SENIOR IN COLLEGE I randomly landed a walk-on part in Chekov’s The Three Sisters. My only responsibility was to stand on stage holding a samovar and looking repressed, so I had plenty of time to listen to the real actor's dialogue.

The entire play seemed to turn on the three sisters’ vain hopes of leaving their rustic town and reaching Moscow, where real life would begin. Finally.

IRINA: To leave for Moscow. To sell the house, finish with everything here and—to Moscow…

OLGA: Yes! To Moscow, soon.

My “Moscow, “ for the last two years, has been to finish writing and illustrating a graphic memoir. I sometimes think of it as The Road to Elsewhere, and sometimes as…

As followers of this newsletter know, it’s an illustrated account of that key moment in my life when I turned my back on everything and everybody to embrace a new path in life.

To Moscow?

Hell no. Have you been there? It’s a hellhole.

I chose Paris. The bakeries are way better.

But …