Sebastian’s Letter to Artists

Here is a place where you are not another commodity. We are not fans trying to get a piece of you. We do not see you as perfect. We will not be disappointed by weakness. We are looking for friends that do not just fit in; you are mortal and true to yourself. You may be human how is treated just as artificially as we are. You are the future, unwritten truth. You see what is not there. You will bare the burden alone until the world hears your song. We want to find others like us and be humans walking the road “Where the Sidewalk Ends” Shel Silverstein.