Everything tied together
As I was going to sleep, I realized I had not started writing this week’s letter. I had just given one of my bunnies his night time tea and, while my wife was washing the couve and catalônia leaves and cutting the slices of apple to feed the bunnies, I was standing next to her looking online on my iPhone how much does a simple black tie costs these days.
The part of my brain thinking about ties was halfway across the World.
Before the pandemic, my last international convention was Lucca, in Italy, which happened again this past weekend and, through the Instagram posts and stories of many of my international friends who attended this recent edition of the festival, I saw myself thinking about going out into the World to talk about comics, celebrating our magical secret language and meeting new people who share with me this love for the medium.
For the past few years (since at least 2013), I have been sticking to my serious cartoonist look at conventions, wearing my shirts, my vests and my ties. Seeing pictures online of people going to conventions again makes me ponder when will I go back out there, to a convention, and I imagine whether or not my clothes will still fit me after almost two years of a pandemic sedentary lifestyle.
Another festival happened this past weekend, in France. I have very found memories of my days at the Quai des Bulles festival in Saint Malo, France, and wonder when will I have a chance to go back there.
Sooner rather than later, I hope.
I found this poem I wrote a few years back.
I’m being adventurous tonight. A friend’s new bookstore officially opens tonight, and it will host the release of another friend’s new book. It’s a book of travel chronicles, from a writer who travels much more than Bá and I (who we met in a festival in the coast of Brazil and then again in England and then in Germany, and who nows lives in São Paulo when he decides he’s living in Brazil), and it seems fitting to attend an event about someone who retells his stories around the World after spending the entire weekend thinking about stories which I experienced around the World.
I brought my good shirt, my vest and my tie. I hope they go well together with one of my masks.
Be safe. Be kind. Be curious
Pa-ZOW!
Fábio Moon
Moon Base, São Paulo
November 1st, 2021