For the first time, the Ink Baron felt a story.
He woke at midnight, his hand resting on the first tufo by accident. He felt the itch of his own childhood loneliness. He moved to the second—the hard knot of his rage. His eyes watered. He touched the third—the cold, metallic prison he had built around his own heart. tufos quadrinhos
They say, “Passe os dedos sobre os tufos” — “Run your fingers over the tufts.” The End. For the first time, the Ink Baron felt a story
To read a Tufo Quadrinho, you didn’t look. You touched . For the first time