There is no more calamitous place than your mind on a shitty day, when you just wouldn't know whether it's the agonizing loneliness, the existential dread, the hangover or the intricated obsessive thoughts that make you nauseous.

You probably feel like Camus when he wrote the first phrase of L' étranger, only that you are not Camus and you will not write L' étranger, but I-am-not-feeling-well-I-cannot-come-to-the-office and dear-friends-let's-make-jokes-about-suicide-oh-how-funny-we-all-are messages.

And, if you are Andreea Chirică, you will draw and write a graphic poem, you will name it Home Alone, you will get the Most Beautiful Illustration Book award, you will become famousish, you will keep on having shitty days when you can go to the park except that you won't and you will have more and more followers on your Instagram.

Home Alone is sold out because it is very beautiful and was printed on manga blue, at everyone's favourite printing house, Fabrik.