on Hope – Page 7 – the Infinite

two brown hands holding a heart-shaped stone carved with the word 'Hope'

on Hope/on Praxis

hoping our way into the future

Posted on September 10, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

Try to remember what hope feels like. Try to believe that hope matters, even while the future is uncertain.

a three panel comic of a yellow bird and a purple computer chair. in the first panel, the bird says 'I can finally fix my posture in this new chair'. in the second panel, the bird sits in the chair and says 'ahh so comfy. let's play a bit'. in the third panel, the bird is sitting across the seat with legs in different directions; a caption reads '~40 minutes later~'.

on Chronic Illness/on Happiness/on Hope/on Neurodivergence/on Queerness/the Pandemic/the Work

this is all about me: I have become older

Posted on August 23, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I have had a whole year to be forty-three, and I think it mostly went well. Forty-four is a weird number and I am looking at it with squinty suspicious eyes.

a four-panel webcomic featuring a mouse and a bird. in the first panel, the mouse says 'nothing is perfect.' in the second panel, there is a closeup of the bird who says 'what about the beauty of nature?' in the third panel, there is a closeup of the mouse, who says 'I AM nature.' in the fourth panel, the mouse says 'and yeah, I'm beautiful, but I make mistakes.'

on Generational Trauma/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Praxis/the Work

I tried so hard and got so far

Posted on June 16, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I can do my best but that never means it’s going to have been enough to keep the monster under the bed from escaping so that it can’t eat anyone.

the end of a rainbow emerging from storm clouds over fields

on Deathwork & Griefwork/on Harm & Reciprocity/on Hope/on Queerness/the Pandemic

I want to love Pride month

Posted on June 2, 2022 by Nix Kelley / 0 Comment

I want accountability. I want change. I want rainbows that remind us to smile and recall how much we love each other, not rainbows that are held up in defiance ...