We’d love to welcome y’all back to the newsletter with high spirits, but TBH we’re pretty devastated by how 2026 is going so far — so we’ll skip those pleasantries in favor of a donation link for the Immigrant Defense Network and a primal howl of collective grief and anger. (If our virtual howl is too quiet, you could always try a local scream club…)
Once you’re done donating and / or howling, check out this week’s essay, in which cartoonist Liana Finck takes us into her own personal black hole — and leaves us with a little more…wait, what are those feelings…so unfamiliar…joy and hope?!?!
Awooooooooooo,
THE PRISM TEAM
We hope Liana’s comic inspires you to find new ways of honoring your personal pit (or blue flame, or gas giant, or adolescent emu, or whatever organic matter lies at the center of your being).
If you’re also moved to honor your, well, pits, we suggest bringing back Januhairy. Lady-identifying folks, you’d be joining an impressive list of fluffy celebrities, from Grace Jones to Julia Roberts.
While you’re working on growing out your new underlocks, you could start streaming Season 2 of The Pitt — it’s doctor-approved! (And we know you’ve already binged that hockey show. Twice. Thrice?)
But seriously, folks: that first one’s the most important. Let’s tend our own — and each other’s — weird little hearts. Here’s hoping your pit (or supernova, or overripe blackberry, or cuddly kitten, or ok we’re just having fun listing things now) gets exactly what it needs in 2026.
Hope your day is more pithy than pitiful.
