September 20, 1998


I have come to find out that if we actually stop to think about our daily routine it all suddenly seems like nonsense. Humbug, humdrum, hub bub, hullaballoo. Every day is a new day but it still repeats itself just like the day before. Languor, lag, larva, lash. I am too young to be tied down and too old to let go. This is no longer enjoyable and not yet worth the sacrifices. Frail, famish, fault, freedom.


Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist