Nemo Shiff

Sometimes I wonder where my tax money goes.

Someone left the past lying on the sidewalk.

My new comic essay explores who decides what's beautiful and why we've become so good at judging ourselves. Who Decides What's Sexy in 2026? Read it on Noted by Nemo. notedbynemo.substack.com/p/w…

Romance in a home with a toddler is never truly solo, and it sometimes seems like an impossible mission.

I almost missed these pigeons

If there's something strange In your building Who you gonna call? 👻👻👻👻👻 If there's something weird And it don't look good Who you gonna call?

All dressed up for Halloween, but stuck in a shopping mall.

Shabbat Shalom and have a wonderful weekend! 🕊️

I seem to have misplaced myself.

I'm pretty sure no one saw that answer coming. Not even the reporter.

Same night. Different people. Different shifts.

There's something comforting about discovering that I'm not the only one who keeps getting lost.

It looks like someone forgot to put this street back together.

This is Election Day. As you can see posters on the sidewalks, balloons in the air, campaigners on the streets. It's a party, a democratic party. I just hope that tomorrow someone will clean up this whole mess.

The thing about photography is that you have to stop time to capture movement.

I'm just saying, it's impossible to sleep when there's even one mosquito in the room.

If this picture were a novel, its title would be: The Mystery of the Colorful Balcony.

I’ve brought my pets into my latest comic essay, and I’d love to hear what you think of them. notedbynemo.substack.com/p/l…

We are sold the eternal promise of peace and quiet once we finally check out. But Rest in peace? Apparently, for some that's asking too much.

Not even those bars can keep the light out.