i don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize that swimming is the key to my existence. i might be a terrible swimmer (and it’s humbling to be swimming alongside  100 year old men and women who are swimming laps around me quite effortlessly, but maybe that’s the point.) Yet somehow i just feel exponentially more bold and alive after a swim than i ever could anticipate. so i really don’t mind being a the worst swimmer on this planet, especially if it frees me up to live up to my potential as an inhabitant of this planet.

and now i can see why Iggy Pop is so into 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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