i think i have partially figured out one possible way to break out of my creative slump. i notice that if i go out to see performances by friends or acquaintances and then hang around after the performances in the theaters and lobbies,  that i will eventually be invited to the after-parties.

and, even if i barely know anyone and barely speak to anyone (and vice versa) at these parties, just being there might give me the delusion that i have somehow contributed in very significant ways…  that i was a collaborator… that we had just shared in this really intense experience.. and i could sense the camaraderie people (even complete strangers) often feel when they’ve been through something really intense together… like a blizzard or a flood or a war or an earthquake or an expedition up Mt. Everest or a Wagner Ring Cycle opera.

as I was leaving tonight’s after-party at the Rainbo Club, i said to one of the artists that i hoped we could together on another project again soon. And she said, “definitely. ” now i just have to figure out a way to learn her name. 

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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