i’ve been roaming around, evading one implosion after another. some of which i am aware, others of which i am entirely oblivious. the produce aisles at whole foods were particularly perilous … land mines scattered all around the apples and pears. i’m not sure where they came from, but it’s like a war zone around here. you can’t walk around idly in this town anymore. you have to walk with great precision, purpose and focus. you have to be really vigilant. i guess that’s why i no longer live here, in spirit.
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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.
The Lost Pedestrian 