It might seem like the above-pictured comic strip is an excerpt of a longer tale, but I’m presenting this jarringly surreal strip here in its entirety. Most Danny Dutch stories are like this: they throw the reader into the middle of an exchange teetering on the verge of incoherence with little context and no real closure when it’s over. Without concern for narrative continuity, cartoonist David King’s world feels like a cardboard movie set peopled by a cast of characters lacking stable identities. Recycling like shifting ciphers in each strip, these mysterious figures act out melancholy moments of seemingly little consequence that somehow still pierce your soul like a splinter. At turns devastating, profound, navel-gazing, hilarious and juvenile, Danny Dutch is an unpredictable but always amusing ride through King’s delirious sub-conscious mind.