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I haven’t actually gotten close to the point where my various online lives are revivable (as it turns out, regenerating your entire online life is hard), but I couldn’t let this pass by today without comment.

Danielle Corsetto’s work today does a stunning, beautiful thing. The art is gorgeous, of course, but also evocative. Note how the face of the child — implied to be Corsetto herself, of course — is facing forward. We see her, clearly. The grandfather, though… his face is looking down. We don’t get a clear sight, because of course this is coming from Corsetto’s memory — if she’s remembering his face, it’s because he’s looking down, not forward. Looking with love.

The writing alongside this evokes so much as well — both in tone and content, of course, but also in appearance. Corsetto manually centered the poem. Do you have any idea how hard that is?

And all of that comes together to give us this glimpse, this snapshot of a life. I called out the poem, but “Quaker Meeting” isn’t the only poetic element here. Not by a long shot. Every line evokes imagery. Every word is perfectly placed.

Grief is hard, because so much of what you grieve is presence — not just immediate presence, but a lifetime of presence.

This piece is presence, bound up in a tiny glimpse and given to us. And for that I can only thank Corsetto, and offer my deepest condolences to her and her family.

I would like to decry Hazel for her dismissive attitude at the end of this, but… honestly, it’s way less horrifying than the practice of awarding children living animals as prizes at carnivals in the first place. Sprinkles is just acting according her nature as a cat, and I have to imagine the goldfish had a better and faster end than most of these fish get at the hands of 5 year olds who get bored with them after a week.

I talk a lot of smack about Hazel, because… well, because in a comic strip full of fleshed out, well realized, flawed but not defined by their flaws characters — one of my favorites, I would add — Hazel stands out as a shallow, selfish hopeless alcoholic lacking empathy and sympathy for those around her.

Seriously. She’s a better human being than Candy, but only just. And Candy is used as a foil most of the time, not a protagonist.

So… I’m liking this. Granted, we opened with hopeless alcoholism (because that’s our Hazel! Hee!) But… like she said in yesterday’s strip, she’s being forced to have feelings, and maybe — just maybe — that’ll give us some depth.

Until the next time, anyway.

You know, just last week, Zach was complaining he was too scared to break up with Hazel. That there would be violence. And he was pretty clear that that’s really what he wanted — or more to the point, to be dating someone who clearly wasn’t Hazel, just in Hazel’s body. And that’s fine. It’s good. It’s a good realization. But he was, as stated, afraid.

Dude, she’s leaving you. It’s what you want anyway. Let her go.

I mean, what’s the worst that will happen? She’ll drink a crippling amount of alcohol to cope? She’s going to do that no matter how this comes out, because Hazel is a hopelessly addicted alcoholic. And it’s not like she’s nice to you. Ever. And remember, part of the reason — most of the reason, really — that you’re afraid to break up with her is because she will inflict bodily harm upon you.

There’s a word for that. Just saying.

Take the out, man. Take the out.

Girls With Slingshots: All right, I know that Hazel’s immediate response to seeing any sort of uninhibited behavior or expressions of pure joy are immediately colored by her near-crippling alcohol dependence, but dagnabbit, I don’t care. For once, we actually get a panel with both Hazel and Jaime actually smiling, and I’m not about to argue!