By Andrea Schlack
 

I sit in my grandfather's old printing factory reflecting upon the how and wherefores' of what got me to this desolate place of now lost dreams. I desperately yearn for those days of prosperity when all was right, but I ignored the changes that were happening right before my eyes. I was not blind but instead refused to see. Despite all of the warnings I would not believe someone knew more than me, and I continued to just do as we had always done no matter what the consequences. I was sure I was right, and woe to anyone who said differently, oh how I wish I had listened.