boxing

i’ve been dragging most of the day. i’m not sure why it was so hard to fall asleep last night. to stay asleep. and i really really need to sleep more than anything else after being sick all week. but it just wasn’t there. it’s so elusive. for me. there’s this tiny window of opportunity to fall asleep. and i have to be hyper-vigilant. the timing has to be absolutely perfect, or i am awake for the next fortnight.

still, i found some nice moments scattered here and there. went with D and her son to the park. i was trying to introduce him to badminton, which he thought was enormously funny. i thought it was funny when he asked why a man and a woman were boxing on top of a nearby hill.

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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