3 minutes

the city unfolds itself above me and who was i not to yield? granted i had often thought i would fold up within it but i have the dangerous habit of making assumptions when none are called for. but i guess if everyone saw things that way, there may be no need for therapists or psychiatrists.

such as the one i have been auditioning of late. the first session went remarkably well, i’m not quite sure why it felt that way. the 2nd audition was on the un-smooth side.

we sat facing each other, only a few feet apart. me, on her couch, she, on her leather armchair. we sat there in silence for an eternity. finally she asked me, so how would you like to begin?

Me: I’m not really sure what to say.

She: Well, how would you like to use our time today?

Me: I really can’t say.

She: Last week, we covered a lot of ground and I think you gave me a pretty good sense of your background. Is there something you’d like to discuss today?

Me: I’m not really sure.


Me: I’m not sure where we left off (I actually could not even remember what we talked about).


Me: I’m sorry, I’m not really good at beginning conversations.

She: (head nod)

Me: I guess I’m kind of shy when it comes to new people.

She: Have you always been this way?

Me: I guess so. I’m just not good at these things.

She: Do you recall when you first became aware of this?

Me: About 3 minutes ago.

She: (looks at clock). I’m afraid that’s all we have time for tonight. Maybe we can pick up on this, next week.

Me: OK, thank you.

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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