i love it here in iowa. i am finding this to be a place of many trees. this is the place they gather these days, and why not? and many mosquitoes.
you can feel the mosquitoes looming, you know they are there, waiting, breathlessly. your skin waits in anticipation, on guard.
and then the fireflies. i don’t even have words for the fireflies. it’s all about the fireflies in iowa, but nobody talks about them. i can’t tell if they are taboo or forbidden. if you mention a firefly in this town … well, it’s best not to.
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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