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A woman looked me dead in the eye July 3rd and said in a monotone, “Today is someone’s last day with all ten fingers,” before walking away. I’ve thought about that for the last 48 hours.

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I don't remember what normal is either. I look at old photos and shake my head with incomprehension. Was that real? Were things really that relatively calm, and we thought we had problems?

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As a wise person once said, “The Fire Never Goes Out”

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That was even more beautiful than usual. Sad and pretty. Like fireworks. Thank you.

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When I lived in NJ, there weren't a lot of people who shot off their own fireworks. But now that I live in Florida, everybody shoots off their own fireworks. I don't (I like my hands and all), so I'm the anomaly.

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This was an all too familiar feeling last night. Thank you for putting it into words♥️

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…yeah.

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This comic always hits so hard. Whenever I’m going through something awful, the resulting breakdown almost feels… validating? Like, yes. Stop shoving the feelings deep down until you don’t even know yourself. Let them explode out of you, let them hurt, let them burn. You have to acknowledge pain to get past it, and maybe I’m not at the ‘getting past it’ part yet, but the pain still deserves to be felt. It’s too big not to affect things.

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