An idea for a Nepali graphic novel based on the life of a friend

This is an experimental piece. Alternately, I did not have enough self-motivation to write something that made sense, so now I'm making it 'look' like 'experimental' but it's not well-thought out and I'm ashamed of it, but hey i gots to keep the promises I made yo!

The background is a black-and-white drawing of what looks like a result of a nuclear blast.omious.
    We began the experiment because we thought the tests were far from us.
More scenes of distruction.
    very far.
A rose. Black and white, black and white, black and white.  
   No dialog.
A man rafting on a rocky river, big waves, very determined face
   We should have caught our mistake early on.
A woman on a bigger raft, following the first raft. Long hair, well-built. She's not the same race as the man.
   We should have understood people better, with our unlimited access to human communication.
Sand. Beach. The woman is tying her hair. The man is tying his laces.
   We prided ourselves on being a pot.
Hands, together, zoomed in. Clasp each other in the next frame.
Two bodies, sleeping on the sand, facing the sun, their rafts by their side.
   We were stupid.
Zoom into the face of the man in the previous frames. Face shows many shadows and in great detail. Almost-baby face.

I m not a lover. 

I know.

I have had enough broken hearts, and unbroken hearts, to find out.

[above is shown by several frames. Him and hotwoman in a paraglider. Him and hotwoman using binoculars. Him and hotwoman climbing mountains. Him and hotwoman biking. Him and hotwomen beachvolleyballing. Him and hotwoman bathing in the river. Him with several hotwomen with medals. imply somehow, many olympians]

In movies the drug dealers have a rule: never use your own product. My field never had any similar rule. We were rather encouraged to get intimate with clients if we so desired.

Him coming out of a tent. Him mid-dive into a river. Him looking uncomfortable in a suit at a party, with a taller, attractive woman.

Many of my coworkers didn't handle the lifestyle too well.  I saw my friends marry athletes, people serious about taking their sport as a lifestyle, within few years of taking the job.

A tourist bus, seen from the inside. People talking, sleeping, playing, reading, listening to music, teasing. Mostly young people. No kids.

It didn't look like it from outside, but it was life at fast pace. I loved every moment of it.