True North

“My husband hasn’t been home in 153 days.  There’s a legal case right now, so I can’t say exactly what happened.  But he suffered a catastrophic brain injury in July.  And so many of his memories are gone.  Some days I’ll go visit him and it just won’t stick.  He still remembers my name, but his memories about me are all wrong.  Or the details are mixed up.  But he’s one hundred percent convinced they’re true.  He can’t be corrected.  He’s steadfast in his memories.  Right now I feel like we’re on two different tracks.  I’m just trying to find the places where they merge.  He recognized our wedding ring yesterday, even though it was around my neck, that was big for me.  It was a moment when our realities came together.  Our 45th anniversary is this Saturday.  I’m just hoping it will be as normal as possible.  I’m going to cook him dinner.  Hopefully he’ll eat.  And maybe we can share some of the same memories.  I’m not sure if that’s enough for me, but it has to be.  It has to be enough.  Because he’s not going anywhere.  And neither am I.  We’re in this together.”

— Confucius  (via historyandmythology)

Word on the Street

“When I’m home, nobody will talk to me. It’s like I am dead. I don’t like quiet because then I have nothing. So I ride the train into the city. Compared to home, the city is like heaven. There are a million people you can ask for help. There are people to help you up the stairs. And there are so many smells. I love the smell of food. Right now I’m trying to memorize my way to Carnegie Hall. I like to go to theaters and museums where my mind can be nourished. Sometimes I can hear tourists talking about the exhibits. Sometimes I hear college students talking to each other and it makes me feel younger. It makes me feel like I’m still alive in this world.”

Dr. Mae Jemison, MD, the first black woman in space and first actual astronaut to appear on a Star Trek show, one of the very few people on this planet of whom two pictures can be posted depicting them doing their job on a spaceship with entirely different contexts.

A Day in the Life, Seungwhan Kim

Camo, Lucie Nechanická

“When I’m home, nobody will talk to me. It’s like I am dead. I don’t like quiet because then I have nothing. So I ride the train into the city. Compared to home, the city is like heaven. There are a million people you can ask for help. There are people to help you up the stairs. And there are so many smells. I love the smell of food. Right now I’m trying to memorize my way to Carnegie Hall. I like to go to theaters and museums where my mind can be nourished. Sometimes I can hear tourists talking about the exhibits. Sometimes I hear college students talking to each other and it makes me feel younger. It makes me feel like I’m still alive in this world.”

Comics I’ve made this month for Its Nice That.