i woke up at dawn from the most terrifying of nightmares. in this nightmare, i was staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and, as if that were not terrifying enough, i was wearing a gray sweater vest over a pink buttoned-down collar shirt. my hair vaguely resembled an Afro.
i could not turn myself away from the mirror. i seemed to be convincing myself that i actually looked pretty good. that it was a good look for me. that was the scariest part.
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.