Solitude

January 28, 1998

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Ritual conversations inhabit a small space, room enough for one. Talk amongst yourselves, I am only taking notes soon to be erased.


What am I thinking? I could never exist without time all to myself for at least five hours a day!


We want until we receive, and then it is no longer desired. The excitement is gone so where is the point?


If I don’t commit myself all the way than an escape is still visible and there would be no reason for farewells.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist