as I sat on the train, commuting home from work, through a fake blizzard, i was overcome by motion sickness while reading an article from the peer-reviewed publication, The Journal of Falling Ice. I thought it might help if I stopped reading and fixed my gaze out the window. But it didn’t. The woman seated next to me seemed to be doing just fine, reading very intently without distraction.
i rather liked her.
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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 