perpetrator

tonight i was driving on broadway on my way to the gym, desperately searching for a rare parking spot that rarely appears on broadway. out of nowhere, a spot opened up on the right and at the very moment i was steering into it, a bicyclist was passing by that very spot, and i think my car grazed his handlebars. I was not aware of this until i heard someone yelling at me, and saw his face and his machete eyes aimed at me.

i don’t mean to make it sound like i was the victim. i was just caught in a very unaware moment, which is not something i am proud of, nor would i want to document it in writing in a blog that can be read by anyone (as you can see, i like to pretend that i am not the only one who is reading this).

once i realized what happened, i began to get out of the car to see if he was ok, but he quickly got back on his bike and bolted off. of course, i was immensely relieved that he seemed unharmed, but still it was disconcerting. i never imagined i would be the perpetrator of a bicycle accident, especially after being the perpetratee on so many occasions.

i guess in either position, one must be indignant and one must also be forgiving.

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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