What I discovered in Elmyra might change everything…

Log 05-10: Elmyra, Territory of the Reds

Elmira, where the boundaries between human and Kimerian blur, survival isn’t just about adapting — it’s about integrating. That’s the inspiration behind the Working the Line collection. Each shirt, mug, and print captures a snapshot of life along the Unknown Highway, where the ordinary and the uncanny converge.

Found an office in the center of town. A weird spine hanging above the door. Some fear but I was determined to record the goings on inside.

Snuck into the door and found a place to observe.

A queue of Kimerian waited oblivious of my presence.

The practitioner, non-human, with a fishlike head stepped into view. She wore a large Top hat and a purple dress with white frills

Her patient, a long necked bi-pedal giraffe lay down upon the drop table. The fish-woman then proceeded to apply a treatment.

I couldn’t differentiate a human from the Kimerian, if they were side-by-side-skill wise.

Log 05-12: Elmira, Territory of the Reds

I drove through Elmira. Parked and slid into the chiropractic office. Behind a pair of drop tables were tall, bird-like Kimerians

One, closest to me was tall, feathers white. The other grey.

The patient at the first table was a large bull moose. Its bone rack large and spread out from the bulbous nose. The head sat awkwardly on human shoulders.

The other patient on table two was white with black striped zebra lying on her side.

Despite the prevailing assumption that Kimerians are wholly alien, the observed chiropractic practice reveals a surprising alignment in technique and care, blurring the perceived gap between human and Kimerian. While their forms may differ dramatically, the methods and mannerisms displayed suggest that the divide may be more superficial than substantial. Are the distinctions between us and them only skin deep?