Reading “Intersect” #2 is like looking through a key hole into another dimension; you can sort of make out some familiar shapes and from what you can hear it sound like english, but what you are seeing and hearing is twisted and wrong. All you really know for sure is that things in that dimension are supremely fucked. If you are like me, watching the horror unfold through an opaque lens is intruiging, engaging, and to the truest cosmic voyeur, delicious. “Intersect” is a lot to digest and requires you to embrace what you can’t clearly see. It is easy to dismiss by some, but if you are like me, impossible to stop thinking about.
WRITTEN BY: Ray Fawkes
ART BY: Ray Fawkes
PUBLISHER: Image
PRICE: $3.50
RELEASE:: December 17, 2014
Review by Eric Switzer
The first page does a great job summarizing the things that were discernible about the first issue. It makes you feel like you didn’t miss anything, and in a book where it feels like you don’t understand anything, it, for a moment, maybe me feel like I had it figured out. That feeling subsided pretty immediately as the issue began and fever dream continued. Reading this second issue, I felt like I was getting sucked back into this nightmare, like I was trapped and had never actually stopped reading between the first and second issue. “Intersect” is definitely a book that gets under your skin.
In this issue we are reminded that Jason and Alison, the two lives inhabiting the same body, have competing agendas in mind. With Jason in control he leads Kid “deeper” to try to discover what is happening to them. The haunting voice comes in, perhaps shouting across the city, perhaps residing in their minds, and the two begin to transform again. Bones cracking and turning, faces pushing through, it is a truly horrific scene and even made more disturbing by the abstract art that only suggests: the true horror of it is left to your imagination. The two are captured by armed men who are supposedly the police and lead them to a roof top where an old man is waiting for them. He references them by name and Kid recognizes him as a street preacher. He says some cryptic stuff and shows them a new perspective of what the city has become. Just then the dog/man lucky who has been hunting them appears.
If my description of the events in this book seem difficult to follow or as if some crucial details or missing, that is what reading this book feels like. But don’t let that deter you, this is meant to be unravelled, slowly and agonizingly. If you can embrace the madness, this will be a journey worth taking.
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Eric Switzer is an aspiring filmmaker and screenplay writer living in Los Angeles. His work tends to focus on the lighter side of entropy, dystopic futures, and man’s innate struggle with his own mortality. He can be found on twitter @epicswitzer or reached via email at ericswitzerfilm@gmail.com.
