A perfect Chicago night, weather-wise. The frozen wind crashing into my face, free of judgment, free of violence and harm. it made me feel alive and happy and free and un-alone for the first time since i saw you last, 3 years ago on the S train.
i wanted to embrace the wind as closely as one can embrace without suffocating it. i wanted to let it know it was welcome here in my heart. i wanted this night to stay there forever.
but the frozen wind has no conception of attachment, the way some people do. by “some people,” i am, of course, referring to me. it is I who is the attaching one here… the one who longs for frozen time, who insists upon it, undeterred.
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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