I was not planning to make a comic.
That is usually how things begin before they acquire their own menu item.
There was only a small incident. An error in a system. A sign pointing the wrong way. Someone who was absolutely certain the map was correct while the road visibly disagreed.
You can explain something like that.
Or you can take another look.
Fraga does the latter.
Arie, The Professor and The Map Man travel in a yellow 2CV through a world much like ours, but honest enough to admit that it does not always understand itself either.
The Professor sees a theory in everything.
The Map Man trusts the paper.
Arie usually looks at where the road actually goes.
And the 2CV?
It will get them there. Probably.
Every week, one small incident gets one page. No endless sequence of panels, no joke explained three times and no moral waving a sign by the roadside.
There is a detour.
A glance.
A sentence that lingers after the final panel.
Perhaps that is why Fraga exists.
Not to make reality funnier.
Reality manages that perfectly well on its own.
You only have to catch it before it starts pretending everything is normal again.