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A comic in color. Panel 1: against a blue sky, a stick figure with an expressive face and curly hair looks at a snail resting on large green leaves. Panel 2: the figure picks up the snail and smiles at it. Panel 3: close-up of the snail. Panel 4: A grey room with the sunset reflecting onto the wall through a window. On the windowsill the snail looks out the window. Panel 5: Close-up of the back of the snail’s head. Panel 6: The stick figure, still holding the snail, looks into the blue sky concernedly.

Soup has thoughts.

Haniya Hassan

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Panel 3 speech bubble: Good morning, Soup. What are you thinking about today?

Panel 4 text: Well, I guess I’m thinking about how time is shifting into shapes around me and every moment lately feels like a repetition, a faded memory. The way the sun falls across these palm fronds, the way that the too warm breeze carries the music playing from the neighbor’s window, and the way the store I visit in my dreams smells just like the carpet in my aunt’s house. It’s all at once so familiar and so peculiar. Do you understand?

Panel 5 text: Sometimes I think I might slip away into one of these memories, like time is a gauze that I might tear open and tumble back into a place on a day I thought I had forgotten, because maybe I’m not even really here at all. Maybe I never really was. Does that make sense?

It feels like I live lifetimes every day.

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