window shopping

a day not very notable. i don’t think i did any harm to any sentient creatures, I like to think,  except for arriving late when I met L tonight, on her birthday. i somehow managed to get lost on the way to this restaurant I’ve been to like 603 times, which is incredible for someone who has lived within the same 5 mile radius most of one’s life. All it takes in one diagonal road… and the universe is thrown into chaos.

But L was very generous and forgiving, amazingly so. Even within my humble radius, there are always surprises. Like tonight,  we went to a tattoo parlor for the first time  (at least my first time). We were window shopping, more or less, but we did not buy. I think the death metal background music was a bit too much to take. If I ran a tattoo parlor, I would only play Ethiopian pop tunes from the 1950s and ’60s. But we did not buy. I really like tattoos on other people, but I can’t imagine a tattoo for me. Maybe it would simply be text that ran down my left arm… maybe the entirety of Samuel Beckett’s novel, Molloy, or maybe the Book of Revelations, or both, but it had better be good.

So somehow everything kind of worked out today until a few minutes ago when I completely caved in to another bag of raw almonds. I will regret this tomorrow morning and perhaps for who knows how long? I’ll try not to think about this… starting now.

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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