spent most of today riding up and down the elevator. when i finally got off, i noticed i was floating on mercury… and i was perplexed. but it was not my job to question it. only to float, which i did with neither forethought nor trepidation.
seeing oneself as one imagines others might see oneself is sometimes nicer than seeing oneself as one sees oneself alone
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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