a hum

were it not for the constant slow hum drone of traffic, i would feel completely unearthed, disoriented. there’s a hum through my window, but it feels so so very far away. there are lights moving but i can’t tell if they are controlled by humans or just essences of mutable forms that appear and disappear. but this hum… i can’t tell you how comforting it feels. it’s another layer of my cocoon. the very same cocoon that i am intent on stepping out of.

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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