Been thinking about Morgan every day since quarantine. It's going to take awhile to understand that she's gone. Spinning reality into a lens of gratitude is fucking hard, but I AM so grateful to call her my friend, but I can't believe she's gone. Couldn't sleep last night thinking about her. We started corresponding in 2010 and she moved to Baltimore later that year. We quickly bonded over genre works in every media of which she has an encyclopedic knowledge. I'm reminiscing about how she used to carry around a binder of this epic sci-fi comic that she was working on in those days, every time we'd meet up she'd share her progress, I wish i could go back in time and scan it because I don't believe it exists now. I wish i could go back in time and clarify that the world (as fucked up as it is) needs and loves her, but I know it was too painful for her to stay. She was incredibly prolific and very critical of her work, which is why we're left with only a few golden nuggets in her wake. She was the first person I told about my idea to form a semi-regular horror magazine called WEIRD, she was immediately very supportive, we spent an evening sitting on her bedroom floor making drawings that said "WEIRD" fantasizing about what a magazine could be. She was the only person (besides my brother) that I extended an open invitation to be in every issue. She was always on me about "the next deadline" pushing towards her goal of a regular comics output, so motivating and inspiring. She had a ravenous appetite for media, constantly filling my inbox with scans of decrepit old magazines and links to genre material lost to the sands of time. She was an early fan of Yoshiharu Tsuge and talked in depth about the influence from his dream comics on her style, which she transformed into a beautifully blunt form of mark making. Her work so often dug into the real horror of experiencing life through a bodily vessel. (Continued in comments)