Someone on the train asked what I was drawing. 'I'm making a comic,' I said. 'Neat! Is it for anything?' 'Just for me,' I said, 'I find that's the best reason to make anything.' I in turn asked him what he was knitting and he enthusiastically told me about his first attempt at a sock. 'It's nice,' I said, 'I like the yarn you picked.' 'My mother disagrees,' he laughed, 'but that's okay: I'm just making them for me.'











