without me

Sometimes all it takes is one person or maybe or 2 or 3, but not more than that to feel uplifted and connected. Sometimes all it takes is maybe 2 or 3 seconds out of 24 hours for everything to make sense, even the things that don’t. It can happen in a flash. It can happen without me noticing. It can happen without me. As long as it happens is what counts. But it helps to be there. It helps to not be complacent or lazy. It helps to lift one’s gaze higher than one’s shoes. But good shoes are always a help. Therein lies the conundrum.

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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