parking

i half heartily write these words because it’s that time of the night where a Lunesta has kicked in and the first effect you really notice is forgetting not only how to spell, but how to type. typing on this keyboard feels like learning to play the sitar, but less harmonic.

my biggest accomplishment today was helping a woman with her research on one-solution anagrams. And my car did not explode today. And I made it back and forth around the city in one piece, sometimes less.

This is all chatter … my instinct is not to write anything at all, so I will concentrate on typing instead. It is good for my training.

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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