polite exit

actually, the story i was about to tell had to come to an abrupt stop because it occurred to me while i was daydreaming tonight at a dinner party in which i stayed at least an hour later than i intended, but i was waiting for the right moment to make a polite exit, a moment which never came, so my exit was not quite as gracious as my preferred kind of exit. but what i was starting to say was that it occurred to me in a daydream that this was a story i have told many times over. and i think it is time for me to begin a new one, or at least one that i have told less frequently, at least to a different audience. i’ll have to think of something. nothing is coming to me just yet.

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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