the nice part about never really going anywhere is that when you actually do go out somewhere, people are always so surprised to see you. i like surprises. maybe i should not go out anywhere more often.

last night i dreamed about a friend of mine who is very happily married running around, chasing women, naked, in the garage below a pilates studio. i think he was a little embarrassed i saw him in the nude, but he actually looked pretty good–kind of like someone who has been doing a lot of pilates. neither my pilates instructor nor I could figure out why he was cheating on his wife, unless she had given her permission, which I guess is possible.

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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