disjunction

even a Lost Pedestrian has some sense of direction everyone once in a while. but sensing it and actually getting there… sometimes there’s a bewildering disjunction. It’s amazing how far I can lean forward in one direction, only it turns out to be in reverse and by the time I realize it, I am… bewildered.

i should probably offer more specifics, but i’m still trying to negotiate this intersection between public blog and private reflection. the voice is not yet authentic to me. and i have too much respect for you to pretend i am using that voice. i have too much respect for you to try to sound clever. i just don’t have it in me.

So i can only go as far as saying that i weary from all of this uncertainty in any direction I look. Which is an observation, not a complaint. If you looked into my eyes, you might see weariness. But then again, if you looked into my eyes, i might feel self-conscious and I’d have to figure out a new way to stop blinking. And how authentic would That be?

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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