the entitled

a day of vast contrast. the heartbreak of seeing my mother in such a frail state following surgery (i know she will have a swift recovery, but still… ) and then dealing with the spoiled, entitled little frat’ish boys at work.  i just wanted them to all go away. it’s not a feeling i enjoy, but i just didn’t have the stamina to feel much else. i try to take the attitude that it’s not their fault that they are the way they are. it must be my fault.

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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