i apologize for not having written to you in days, but it feels like forever. if writing years are akin to dog years, then it’s been quite a long time. i’ve missed you. i hope you don’t mind my saying that.

but since we last saw each other, i’ve finally found an apartment in Chicago at the very same moment I decided to move to the West Coast. i’m not quite sure how this is going to play out, logistically speaking. but what does it really matter since time and distance are delusions? something has always told me that when i eventually grew up, i would grow up to become 2 different people in 2 different places. but i was never quite sure if i would live to see that day. and now it’s here. and i’m ready. and able. and willing. to go.

at least i think i can do it. a lot of people do it, don’t they? but a lot of people do it because they don’t really have a choice. which makes me 1 of the fortunate ones. and i think the other one who is me is kind of fortunate, too. although i can’t speak for that person.

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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