Just Passing Through

January 1, 1999


Tonight the moon is new and the year is young. My time off did not go as expected which is nothing out of the ordinary. A house full of people all sharing some kind of past, but I am left forgotten in the future. There is a craft used to deal with these unfortunate situations. If you experience enough, the level you need to occupy for this specific incident comes naturally. The thunder outside rolls off into the distance but keeps its presence known with the same kind of rumble a train possesses when passing by. Eventually they are both too far away to be heard.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist