I have this weird thing that a lot of artists have. Where I want to be “remembered.”
“My work will live on long after I’m dead.” Etc etc.
On the other hand, there’s the distinct possibility I’ll be remembered as an asshole. So maybe it would have been better if I had been forgotten in the first place.
On the other, other hand, maybe the entire world will blow up tomorrow in a ball of fire of nuclear bomb apocalypse. Everything turns to dust in the end. So the crucial Twisted Image comic strips I drew in 1989 will probably not be preserved for future generations to ponder.