winging it

there are days in new york that have a natural flow of time and space and energy. you can just wing it and the current always takes you somewhere where you’d like to be, even places you never considered being.

and then there are days like today where the vastness is overwhelming. where winging it is exactly the wrong thing to do. i spent countless hours today trying to figure out where to go next… glued to my iPhone, in place of a spirit guide. and it would send me to intriguing sounding places that drew rave reviews, only to discover that they had gone out of  business years ago.. and the reviews were actually from the 1990’s. this happened at least 3 times today. 

so i wandered elsewhere. completing losing sight of whether i was on the east side or the west side. whether i was in harlem or morningside heights, wherever that is. completely forgetting how low my blood sugar was running. but somehow wanting to take in all of it, not just some of it.

and that is not always the healthiest way to go about being in new york. this is not a place to have an insatiable appetite. because there will always be someplace where one is not.

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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