I was doing nothing well today. I mean I actually did a lot of things today, but none of them were done very well by me. If that makes any sense.
When given my first significant deadline at my job that would have required me to work late, the very first time something specific was asked of me, I instead bolted out the building and drove my car through 3 states so I could arrive at the beach in time for sunset. All the while knowing full well how many responsibilities, acts of discipline and tasks I was assiduously abounding. But even my avoidance lacked a certain relish, a certain spark a certain joi de vivre. How is it even possible to not do what one wants not to do, and botch that up too? That’s
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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