today was not a day but a blur. almost like a smudge mark on the windshield, but i could see around it here and there.
people walked passed and through it. i waved back. And there were flickers of recognition. Before they evaporated.
but dinner with O was far more voluminous. Even the Spanish wine, the cauliflower and chicken in some kind of yogurt sauce. O had stumbled into $9000 he had lost but regained and we celebrated as if he had won the lottery.
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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.
The Lost Pedestrian 