a moment turned into a night of staring at this screen, waiting for things to unfold, but not taking any concrete action. a surge of energy briefly visited before making a polite exit. i think it’s time to stop waiting and get myself to bed. whatever is meant to happen tonight will not happen here.
goodnight.
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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 