Not a particularly funny thing, obviously.

Why such a weird strip this week? Blame Carl Sagan. I’ve been watching his Cosmos series, and I was walking the dog, looking at the moon, and suddenly I felt plugged in to everything, a powerful sense of connection tinged with longing. I use to get this feeling all the time, back when childish escapism was instantly accessible just by looking at the clouds. It’s really why I wanted to become an artist and make up stories–it seemed like the closest thing to living in my imaginary worlds. To recapture that feeling now, at my most disillusioned, was a shock, and I had to commemorate it.