leave of absence

i’ve decided to take a break from writing, which i know is maybe one of the worst things i could do. and it’s a shame, too. such a shame. because so much of my writing energy is getting sapped and tainted by typing words and forming sentences that have no real meaning, for hours and hours each day. like thousands upon thousands of words.

and it’s a shame because all of those words are ruining things for all of the other words i can think of, such as the ones i use to form this sentence. there is not a single word that has not been impacted by the other words that take up most of the space, during the rest of the day. it isn’t really fair. it’s not noble, or fair.

so i really must do something to clear out the air. and maybe that means abandoning all words, for the time being. i don’t know. i don’t really know what i should do. i should probably ask for help, but help is not always there.

which is not at all what i meant to say. not even close.

maybe when i return, i’ll be able to get closer.


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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