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?