iowa (2)

i’ve spent a lot of time these past few days in iowa contemplating how, oftentimes, art, creative engagement with the world, can sometimes be my one act of defiance. And it’s a defiance that i need to exist in the world. it is not a choice, but a necessity. it’s not a function or a distraction, or even an identity. in all honesty, i don’t know what it is. maybe the closest thing i have to courage. i wish i had more of it.

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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