watching kayakers kayak along the Chicago River
yearning for oneness with the elements
distracted by the sewage that cast a pall in the water and in the air
the kayers were undeterred. actually they floated on. but lo, I could not follow, not for lack of intent.
what is that word for someone who is a kayaker, but has no kayak to speak of, and has never really kayaked?
I think the word for that must be Robert
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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