some people celebrate surviving their first week at a new job, binging on various forms of stimulants. my version was to binge on yogurt, 2 different kinds of yogurt within 20 minutes. i am all lathered up on yogurt (and one, just one, glass of wine). too lathered up to be writing anything that might be visible outside my apartment. which i know is not something i will ever have to worry about.
but whether you live in my apartment or elsewhere, i hope you will always feel free to correct my behavior. i am really mostly open to any suggestions, critique or feedback. i am a good listener. i am flexible. i am malleable. and sleep deprived.
and still in a state of shock that my life has changed so drastically yet so insignificantly. when you think about it, it makes you want to ingest more yogurt.
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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