curvilinear

how quickly things disintegrate when you least expect it. a typo, a word mispoken, an insight, a glance, a gesture–each articulated exactly 3 seconds too late to be exchanged. setting off a spiral into calamity. How could this happen? you may ask. how can one fractal moment of bad timing wreak such havoc? there must be a way to correct it but you keeping run into walls trying to figure it out. there must be a way to redeem yourself. but it’s no longer in your control. there must be a way to regain control of the situation.

but that moment passed 3 seconds ago. that’s one of the hazards of living in linear time. you have to remind yourself that your curvilinear conceptions do not reflect outside of you. it’s rather humbling, isn’t it?

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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