the worst

i’m wondering if i can get your permission to make more mistakes without judging them to be mistakes. or would i need your permission? i’m assuming it will ok. but so very often, my assumptions are wrong. i’m not really sure why i wrote to you to ask about the trustworthiness of a mutual acquaintance, thinking that you might be open to talking about this. and since it’s been over 10 minutes now, and i still haven’t heard back from you, i am imagining the worst.


and still, 15 minutes later, i have yet to hear back from you. you are probably not even near your computer at this ungodly hour. you’re probably swimming, or sleeping, or sleeping with somebody swimming.


i will just keep assuming until i hear back from you.

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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