at my friend c’s party tonight. i was secretly hoping that i would not be able to find anywhere to park and that this would be my excuse for missing it. but that was not to be. i never ever find parking in that neighborhood, up until tonight.
it was outdoors, on the terrace of her apartment. and the wind was roaring and the windows were shaking with the gales of wind and waves crashing almost violently. i didn’t really have that much to say to her friends but we were all so awestruck, we were connected in ways that none of us could anticipate. i was very sorry i had to leave and the regret lingers as i complete this sentence.
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.