Once upon a time, each of us was somebody’s kid.
Everyone had a father, even if he never provided anything more than his seed.
Everyone had a mother, even if she had to leave us on a stranger’s doorstep.
No matter how we’re eventually raised, all of our stories begin the exact same way.
They all end the same, too.
– Saga, Vol. 1 by Brian K. Vaughan.
Saga is the honest, sometimes jarring, sometimes funny, always beautiful (Fiona Staples’ art is amazing) story of how loss and fear is what unites us all, and what tears us apart. In the midst of so much widespread tragedy in the real world, it’s heartbreakingly relevant.
Violence is stupid. Even as a last resort, it only ever begets more of the same.
Yesterday I woke up in a funk and then a few things happened to turn that funk into a bad mood. By 11 AM I felt sad, mad, and sort of hopeless. It’s a slippery slope into despair once you open your brain up to the possibility of all the things going wrong. But once I got home from work I was determined to pull myself out of it. (Truthfully, I spent a few minutes lying down first, deciding if it was worth the effort to try or just go to bed at 6 PM, but I shook that off.)
First, there were burgers:
Then, there was the comic & games shop, where I picked up some Saga I’ve been meaning to buy, and something new that looked interesting:
Then I came home and relaxed, laughed over chat with my best friend, and ended the day feeling positive. Strike one in the column for getting back up to try again.