Things I witnessed today that reminded me sometimes it’s good to stay alive:

One. A kid and his mother, ten minutes before I open. They try to come in, I ask “no, sorry, can you wait a couple of minutes?” They wait. I open shop. I hear the kid say: mom can I go alone? Alone? She ask, amused. She says yes. He comes inside, grabs an issue of dragonball, the colored version, alone. He comes at the counter. He says: I finished the last one in ONE DAY. He pays. He smiles for the whole time.

Two. It’s four in the afternoon. It’s hot. I have to carry the new shipment inside the shop. It’s hot. It’s hot. I trod box after box from my car to the shop, tired, sweating, the day has been horrible so far. I cross a woman with a trolley. Trailing after her, a kid, nose buried in one issue of one piece, our bag dangling from his hand. I smile.

Good morning indeed hideo kojima

Also, a new experience.

I’ve been taking methylphenidate for three weeks now. Yesterday I got home, had dinner, wrote for a bit. Took a look at the state the kitchen was in. Tidied it up.

I did not want to. I really did not want to. But I did it anyway and it was not like trying to climb glass with my bare fingers, it was… manageable. It was almost neutral. I even went out to take the trash AFTER I sat down on the couch. I EVEN PAID A FINE.

I keep double doubting myself. It did not feel special, I just did it, so maybe it wasn’t real? Maybe it was just one good day? Is this how functioning works? You just do things?

Post with a target audience of maybe three people: Sugimoto’s favorite döner in Bologna would be Babilonia’s, but he’d go to Beirut more often bc it’d be asirpa’s favorite

Finished flat colored commission for Queerdump featuring a Modern AU Sugimoto eating a Kebab in Bologna.
Had so much fun working on this one!