i am not sure how it happened. i just heard the sound of crunching metal. and i saw the 2 cars facing each other in a stalemate… one with its door smashed off. i saw the people emerge from the crash, floating. they seemed well enough to be negotiating how to settle it. the crash. but i’m not sure how it happened.
the crash occurred in almost the exact same spot where i almost met my demise 5 years ago. but back then, we rode bicycles. and today, we do not.
there is some sinister force inhabiting that spot. i am far too squeamish to write about it, especially this close to bedtime.
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.