

Tragically, the same thing happened to my BD and Love & Rockets collections when I was unable to work and had to leave a group house I was living in at the time (mid 90’s). Naturally I meant to go back and get those, but life was too topsy-turvy for me, so it never happened. Part of why 99% of my comics collections are now digital, which does have the handy side-effect of making it easy to post high-quality excerpts here.
It’s crazy how much personal stuff people loose during their lives, when moving or just borrowing them away and not getting them back. I like to imagine that there is a hidden subspace bubble somewhere in the time space continuum (like that weird floating house in the third season of Twin Peaks, just less scary), where all these lost things end up, neatly organized on shelves, sorted by former owner, year of production, cause of loss and so on, in an eternally existing kind of museum, ran by a species whose culture revolves around lost stuff that had significant personal value to it’s former owner, because they are fascinated by emotional bonds and especially love for inanimate objects, which they perceive and (thanks to their unique cerebral structure) also receive, as the purest form of psycho-emotional energy in the universe.
Damn, I wish Jean Giraud was still alive and could make a comic based on this idea :)
I really like the Druillet, the arrangement somehow gives me dead island vibes
One of the originals (third version) by Böcklin:
Interpretation by Giger: