The comic strip Gil Thorpe does a bang-up job of messing with the space-time continuum (in that a lot of the strips look as though they’ve fallen in a black hole and are being folded, spindled and mutilated into fantastic, utterly impossible dimensions). If you have a touchy tummy, this can make you a bit queasy.
Mary Worth is more established in perceiving the here-and-now. People stand side-by-side. No “art” shots. No weird framing (that’s left to 9 Chickweed Lane and Pibgorn). So when it does happen, with Mary hovering above Dr. Mike as he lies on his official psychiatrist couch, looking down on him as those God is parting the clouds and getting a gander at His creation below, it is even more disturbing than the current plot-line alone.
Mary, please leave wacky perspective to the professionals. Or at least leave wacky physical perspective to the professionals — we know that you’re the inarguable master of wacky mental perspective.
Some people prefer to comment, rather on non-Euclidean space, the sartorial splendor of an up-and-coming young psychiatrist:
And then even some people with the patience of a saint, may feel a bit overwhelmed and need to call in reinforcements: