i feel sort of bad that i have not been writing that much of late. but then i remind myself that writing does not have to use language.
i have no idea what i just meant. what i think i meant was that there are other forms of writing besides language.
i guess i am more interested in practicing piano, and enjoying the stillness that sometimes occurs when i am not practicing anything.
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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