There was this one time I was looking for the matches, and they were in my hand. What I can’t remember is if I had the matches in my hand the whole time, or if I found them, grabbed them and kept on looking for them.

Is this LOSS?
Loss of the symmetric crystal structure!

You were expecting the storm god of the Sinai desert, maybe?

Or films from Spain. They whisper in a mumbled accent, then all of a sudden they start SCREAMING at each other.

Fascinating. I don’t understand a thing. It’s such a completely different sensibility and narrative style to what we see now.
The one comic strip from that era that I can find something somewhat familiar to latch on to is Krazy Kat.