these disorienting days trying to orient myself to my new full-time work schedule with this new job. the rush to the trains. the rush back from lunch. the rush to the trains. the gym. the shower. the bed.

in between moments of shock and panic, i remember that the reason i stayed in this city was to start life anew. i know it’s been less than 3 weeks on the job, but i am impatient and a bit worried that i have not affected much change at all. it’s almost as if i am grasping to reclaim routines.  other than trying, trying really trying to fall asleep before midnight. but i hear that people do that all of the time. it’s incredible.

i’m feeling not much of anything today. gliding through emptiness on a full stomach. detached.

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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