It’s (finally) the end of Sukkot in 1992 and it’s the end of the week, so it’s a good time to sit back and get some perspective on family. No, I mean, look at the angle at which I drew my cousins, the Salzingers. Clearly, I was still in my cubist phase.
I was also deeply immersed in my monkeyverse - the small cluster of people with whom I had interacted in my life, the people I could relate to. There once was this whole big, kinda ugly article about the “monkeyverse” on the web a few years ago, but it seems to have utterly disappeared. The only vague reference I can find to it is this ancient Yahoo! Answers thread. Basically, in nature, monkeys live in communities of about 150, a number that happens to align with the number of people human beings are able keep track of, and, in short, care about. If this sounds like pop science to you….it does to me too. But not only does this literally prove the theory of evolution, it explains why, for instance, the tragic death of a classmate in high school affects one’s emotions more than a tsunami killing tens of thousands halfway around the world.
At the tender age of six, however, we lack the even the vaguest familiarity with the enormity of what lies beyond our very limited experience. That’s why I felt no need to introduce Jody, Eric, and Jonathan - to frame them in the slightest context. EVERYONE knows them! Nor did I mention my relationship to my brother, Jeffrey, on the 9th. In a world of stranger danger, it was pretty easy to assume that everyone you know just knows each other. Because they’d never talk to strangers!