February 18, 1999


I can still smell California on my clothes. New Mexico dirt still sticks to the soles of my boots. Nevada nightlife pumps like blood through my veins. The Arizona sun continues to warm my body. My eyes see through paned glass windows and the interior of the car has long ago been soaked deep into the pores of my skin. Yesterday seems like years ago. What do we care if tomorrow never comes? Just give us the rest of tonight to lingerie with stars that are riding on a breeze. So what if we lose our way? We can use the map as wallpaper and highlight as we go. We can plot the skyline and trace the scenery as it changes. We can attempt to capture the sunset.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist