the pony and the bear

finally, at the 24th hour, silence. even the bear and the pony who live next door on the other side of the wall, even they have stopped whinnying and growling. it’s eerie. traffic outside the window has ceased, except for one car. at least i think it’s a car. i seem to have misplaced my glasses.

 

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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