on beauty

i can’t seem to get past Jingle Bells. i guess i am talking about in my piano lessons. last week, Fred (my boundlessly patient teacher) told me that my Jingle Bells sounded like a dirge. i don’t know what it is about that song, but, for whatever reason, it’s become impenetrable to me. every time  i attempt it, i find something new to botch up. i can only play it very slowly and the notes go by so quickly, but no matter how i approach it, there is always something new to slip upon. perhaps that is the beauty of it. perhaps that is what beauty is all about.

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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