Who is this Morgan "Filthy Nagrom" Wilding caricature, you ask? Who is the insane, maniacal mind that comes up with this... "web comic" that you read, hopefully regularly? What is the motivation behind the creative force of this comic? Why does he do this?

Rest, Neo. The answers are coming.

Nobody can be summed up in adjectives. It doesn't work. Personality is a function of time; it changes, it bends. My personality now is not the personality it was yesterday. So keep this in mind for the rest of my little spiel. And oh, what a spiel it is...

Personality is also a function of company. Sometimes I feel like I'm wearing masks, and that mask changes ever so slightly when the people around me change. Sometimes I'm never even sure who it is UNDER the masks. I feel like Jack the Pumpkin King: Keryk tells me they made 163 separate heads for Jack in Nightmare Before Christmas. Which one was really Jack? I'm trying to drop some masks now, to share with you my readers what really hides behind the face that stares at this monitor. I'm trying to be me.

Bear with me.

The constants in the masks, though?... Maybe they're the constants in me. I write. I draw. I listen to and play music. I'm a writer and a reader and a guitarist and a singer (God help you if you ever happen to hear me though) and a photographer and an artist and I'm nobody at all.

One thing's for sure. I most definitely tend toward depression and pessimism rather than optimism and happiness. Maybe it's biological, maybe it's also a function of personality, and therefore of time and company. Maybe it's just part of who I am. It's something I've never had checked out, and honestly, I don't want it to BE checked out. It's enough to say that it's part of who I am, and maybe, why I draw Cinematic.

I try to examine life the way it is. I try to ask why. I'm an idealist, meaning that I have definite ideals and want to achieve them, but I'm a pessimist, meaning that I know they'll never exist. I fight my own pessimism when I work. Maybe it's part of why I draw Cinematic. Because it lets go some of the tension.

All I can give is partial answers. All I can say is that I am who you think I am... but also more, and there's always more. I have a deep-rooted self-loathing that even I can't explain. But I have a passion for life. Then again I'm an underachiever; I know full well what my capabilities are, but I don't reach them. And it makes me feel like shit. But I've never been able to force myself to reach them.

As for why I draw this comic... well, that's a bit harder to explain. I love movies. I love movies with a passion, even if I think that 99% of what's ever come out is utter crap. I love being excited over some movie. Right now I'm drooling because I just brought home a copy of Branagh's Hamlet from my local LackLuster Video. I love crying over Requiem for a Dream. I love the way movies can change the way someone sees the world, overnight. Yeah, it's sappy, but my love for film has prompted me to create.

And I love to make people laugh. And sometimes, what makes me giggle when I'm lying in bed in the middle of the night, trying desperately to sleep, will make other people giggle too. It's an outlet for my anger, to force that into creativity. It's an outlet for my humor, to at least attempt to amuse people by poking fun at life, and at movies. In part I do it because I have a deep respect for the real-life equivalents of Keryk and Angela (in fact, a lot of this comes from a conversation I had with Angela online just last night). It's a way of being myself and letting other people know about it. And maybe, just maybe, it will make some people laugh.

That's me in a nutshell. I'm sorry if this whole thing is a bit disjointed and a bit of a ramble and rant. 'Twasn't my intention. But it's a glimpse.