I was in the best mood …

but then WordPress destroyed it. I had written one of the best blogs I’ve written to date, and somehow, while trying to publish it, WordPress sent it into oblivion, and I’ll never get it back. And now I’m upset and frustrated and disappointed.

Many years ago, I was at a Keith Jarrett concert and either somebody coughed or a cellphone rang, just as he was reaching one of his peaks. And he just stopped and froze onstage, right then and there. Then he walked away from the piano to the front of the stage to scold the audience (which I agreed with). He said something like “You know that G major chord I just played? That’s gone and I’ll never get there again.”

Perhaps it’s a sign that I am not meant to blog tonight… although I cannot stand when people use those same words to me… it was just not meant to be.

I hope I am not sounding vitriolic. Just a bit stumped.

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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