#2: For My Boston Strong






[rebloggable tumblr version here.]

I wrote the script and did the thumbnails for this comic the day after the Boston Marathon Bombings (a Tuesday).  I didn’t have an inkling of what was to come later that week, when we were all asked to stay out of harm’s way as a manhunt in the greater Boston area went down, and culminated right over the calm Charles river in Watertown.  Living a block away from Boylston street, the way that our neighborhood was simultaneously completely transformed by tragedy but also determined to go on as much as normal, left us all feeling a bit off for quite a while after the story was considered over and the world media went home. But I’ll never forget standing with my husband in the middle of Boylston Street, a street I walk down several times a day that’s normally overflowing with pedestrians, bikes, and cars, then silent and echoing with only the sound of paper cups and signs supporting marathon runners as they rattled and flapped in the wind, all abandoned suddenly by the crowds in the wake of the bombs.

This update was a very long time coming. I underestimated how hard it would be emotionally for me to put down on paper not only my thoughts on the Boston bombings but those on 9/11 too. One of the first things most of my family and friends said to me after the bombings happened was that they couldn’t believe I was there for 9/11 too. I was there along with millions of other people in New York that day, many of whom were much more than a mere witness as I was. But I just couldn’t shake the similarities between peoples’ reactions in aftermath of both events. The events were so drastically different, but the parallels were definitely there.

To all the folks who have been asking about this comic and giving me encouragement in finishing it, I thank you very sincerely. Your support meant a lot to me.

Boston Strong.


#1: That Time Between Sleeps

Between Sleeps The idea of "first sleep" and "second sleep" comes from the life that disappeared with the onset of industrialism. Typically people slept in 2 phases - bridged by hours of wakefulness. Peasants were often too tired after laboring to do more than just eat and sleep. The "dead sleep." Around 12PM, they'd wake. They'd use this time to interpret dreams, which were vivid at that hour. After, they'd go to second sleep, or "morning sleep." The middle of the night was a favorite time for scholars and poets to create great works uninterrupted. Whereas others visited neighbors, or engaged in petty crime. This time of wakefulness was called "dorveille" in French. There is no English equivalent for this time between sleeps. -M.Photinakis

So this is my first webcomic post. Uhhhh, hi! Slightly terrified, actually, but I figure a little introduction is in order.  The name of this webcomic is a little unusual and I feel I owe the world an explanation.

Happy to have you along as I go about this little webcomic journey of mine. Thanks for joining me. – mP