April 1999


A big part of me does not believe that the following party will actually follow through. I see into a misguided future that caters to a number of reasons and excuses that will eventually murder this alternate population. My hopes and expectations are higher than an after work buzz, and as distasteful as it may sound, selfishness will be the only way to get there from here. There are too many complications that steal attention needed for far better causes. I have grown tired of useless chatter throwing around ideas like a baseball scanning the plates. There is doubt to be found in myself as well. All these selfish nights spent locked away from the world capturing just a small meaning of isolation. At times it is healing, other times it is a life sentence.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist