if you happened to run across anyone today on the street looking utterly frozen in a corner, that may well have been me. the corner i didn’t quite evade, but somehow barely eluded it.
there’s so many things i need to confront on so many fronts and they’re each kind of terrifying and liberating in their own ways. they cancel out each other. and i don’t have the vision to discern.
how can i get from here to there without help because, isn’t it supposed to come from within? i can’t even tell if there is anything in there. It just kind of musty.
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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.
The Lost Pedestrian 