Mana has been your husband since last year’s February. You know everything about him, and you let him talk to you by writing on a notebook in public. The warm spring air fills the house. You just got home from work and you see Mana leaning on a wall, clearly in distress. Your heart crumbles. He is holding his sketchbook where he draws all his clothing ideas in one hand and the other is on his chest. You have noticed him working more than usual. “…oh my…my head hurts…”