re-purpose me

the last door on my possible exit from this city closed on me today, and i have to tell myself that this is just the way it is, for now. i might as well make the best of it, for now. my closest friends who were here are no longer here. i am a stranger in a strangely familiar place and i must figure out a way to re-purpose myself out of purposelessness.

at the gym today, 2 siliconed women were practicing salacious bikini poses wearing spiked high heel shoes while i worked on my tricep curls. i was told that they were in training for a figure competition.

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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