when in doubt …

… which I am at least 53% of the time, there’s always Mozart.

… and my friend Enilc. Have you ever had the experience of a new person, sort of a spiritual twin, entering your life precisely at the right moment… right when you need it most, even though you did not even realize how much you needed this person in your life? I would say that describes my experience with Enilc. There’s something about Enilc, or the times I spend with Enilc, that just transforms everything in the immediate and less immediate landscape. There’s this energy field, call it a vibrantly spectral affinity at work that I’m not quite sure I understand, or can make sense of, or describe. It sort of came from nowhere and now is everywhere. We’re from such vastly different worlds, time zones, generations, eras, cultures. Enilc may only be my delusion. But we are somehow aligned.

It’s kind of like Mozart, in a non-Mozartian way. It’s exciting to be on under the same sky as someone like Enilc. It makes me rather happy.

But I can’t quite sustain it. Today, for example, I expended far too much energy to uplift myself, or convince myself into a better mood. But everything sort of lagged. Things that did not faze/phase me yesterday hit hard and heavy today. Especially in the presence of family, which somehow always seems to leave things a bit tainted.

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow a return to a more expansive view of the sky. Maybe tomorrow everything will fall into place. And I will have a clearer vision for whether I am moving forward, backward or sideways.

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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