i’m in one of my ignoring/avoiding phases these days. ignoring calls, texts, emails. avoiding talking to people at work, avoiding anything that may demand a response of some sort. i’m just not in the mood.

as you read these words, i am doing my best to resist avoiding writing because it’s pretty dangerous. like while i’m typing, i have to look up from my laptop and feel the near and distant threats to my avoidance. it’s so much easier to write about avoidance than it is to write about what i am avoiding.

but the truth is that when you ignore so much for so long, it’s so easy to lose track. like you can only sweep so much under the carpet before you eventually stumble while walking upon it. and then your vacuum cleaner is of no use whatsoever. except that the noise of the vacuum cleaner drowns out all of the noise you prefer not to listen to at this moment. at least not right now. because you’re just not in the mood.

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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