because the wash

Post-it note on my bed

I was just about to go to sleep, just beginning to descend into the mattress when i came across this cryptic message written on a post-it note, slightly attached to my pillow. i really have no clue as to its origins, or its purpose or intent. my attempts to decode it have been fruitless so far. have not born fruit.

Could the messenger be referring to me? is it me who is the it who lacks a bit of drying? Since it was posted to my bed and, as far as i know, i am the only one who has slept in it of late, then the inference is pretty clear.

I’m really impressed with whoever this messenger is. he/she/it has observed enough of me to acknowledge that I am lacking something … and apparently what i lack  is drying.

But the words are also consoling because i only lack a bit of drying. And if I am only partially dry, that bodes well for the future. Especially considering the 2nd half of the message, because the wash. A harbinger of renewal and hope to come. The wash is coming. Whatever bits of dryness I was lacking will soon be washed away.

Which is really great news. i just have to make sure i am where I am supposed to be when the wash arrives here. Unless I am missing something, the note does not leave any indication. Maybe the messenger will offer another clue tomorrow. Maybe I should just put this out of my head and allow it to happen whenever it happens. that’s what i’ll try to do.

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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