a mystery

i’ve been thinking a lot about the snow for well over a minute now.  a lot has happened during this minute. so many many things. i’m not quite sure why. 2 people walked through the door of this cafe in a cloud of snow. and then a third person joined them under the cloud before walking out the door with it. a dog greeted him at the stoplight … and off they went. just like that.

earlier that minute, i read an email from a friend in New York who recalled my saying that i hoped to stage a performance there. i probably did say that at one time. but it seems inconceivable now. i just don’t know. a performance seems quite hard and one that would meet my expectations would be very difficult to pull off. i’m not sure i could do it. that isn’t a statement of defeat, as much as a question. a question about the best places and means to pool my energies. maybe i’d rather write and collect moving images to accompany the writing. maybe it should be a song. but if it becomes a song, isn’t that the same thing as a performance? that’s the big mystery right now.


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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