The circus music flowed from Thomas, yet I am reluctant to join the mass.
The sun embraced me with warmth, yet I am bleak skin beneath.
The grass under my feet was similar, yet unfamiliar.
The moon last night was bright, yet was not right.
The squirrels were leaping back and forth home.
I am sitting on a bench, gazing the blue blue sky.
In her graphs, Bechdel didn't hightlight the animals and their motions. But I think animals and their ANIMATION are important part of the ecosystem and should be noted.
Reading Fun Home made me very very homesick.
Somewhat Like Alison, I also have a "sissy" dad. He has a driver's license but he never drives, because he doesn't trust his own driving skills. He locks and checks the door and windows before the family goes to bed, because he is afraid of burglary. He only goes to work 3 days a week and work at home other days, because he fears getting into a traffic accident while commuting. I never liked staying at home, for my father always sits on the dinner table and reads all the news involving accidental death to me.
My dad is "death-phobic". Yet, I still adore him and miss his companion.