“The best games were at night. There was something about the pools of street light and the way the darkness surrounded us. Sound seemed to bounce. A couple of us might burst out singing, might do some dance moves. I believed the people in the airplanes passing over could see us and thought we looked cool. This was long before I grew up and found out you can’t see very much from an airplane window. Big things, yes, but the little things are lost.”

—Lynda Barry, One! Hundred! Demons!, 2002.