3:30 pm: i just drank 1 cup of coffee. my body feels like a clenched fist but without the fist.

5:00 pm: i seem to have forgotten how to spell. i don’t know what’s come over me.

6:30 pm: maybe dehydrated. maybe it’s just a cramp in the arch of my foot. maybe related to what happened at 3:30 pm.

7:00 pm: at work. I start to read an article in this newspaper i have never bothered to look at before, Investors Business Daily. i can only read a few sentences. the article is describing how Obama is being advised by “left-wing radical activists” on foreign policy. i accidentally drop the newspaper into the recycling bin, and then forget to retrieve it. i will probably get into big trouble. i can feel it.

7:50 pm: at work. loud thunder crashing.

7:55 pm: at work. a very nice woman i have never met thanks me for helping her last week.

8:03 pm: at work. i think the caffeine is beginning to wear off.

8:30 pm: at work. i think my spelling is making a comeback.

8:40 pm: at work. i can’t focus. i worry about the future and feel the weight of the past.

8:51: at work.  i’m getting hungry while still worrying about the future.

9:00 pm: at work. a song starts playing in my head on an endless loop…  somebody singing



thinking about tomorrow.

9:08 pm: at work. i think i am the only american here.

9:15 pm: working on an online job application. it is asking for my ethnicity. i am confused. eventually i decide upon “Non-Hispanic/Non-Latino.”

9:26 pm: at work. someone is singing:

our patron saint is fighting with the ghost

he’s always off somewhere when i need him most

9:50 pm: i am hungry and frozen and easily intimidated.

10:12 pm: eating this piece of chocolate was not my best idea.

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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