Strangest Strangers

February 2006


She is no friend of mine, and I’ve been sad to see her go, but she’s been leaving for some time.

Maybe I should try to connect. My lines are becoming deep and time grew late over night, but here I am, still in a realm of my own and still failing to see the world for what it really is.

The concept of mortality becomes clearer as we age.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist