Issue #318: All About Akira Toriyama

Two things that happen to me often are being at a loss for words and becoming morose and self-reflective when an artist whose work I enjoy dies. The first, you might not believe. But you have only the counterexamples to judge me by. What I’ve left unwritten, or been unable to write, dwarfs even this prolific weekly publication. Speaking of self-reflecti…