my simulacrum wants to meet your mother, just to see what she’s like. I’ve wanted to meet her for a long time. I know you complain about her all of the time. which is justifiable, of course. Sometimes she sounds like an incredible person, and other times she sounds like she’s a trip.
that’s why i have to meet her, but i’m thinking it’s probably best to not get too close. i’ll let my simulacrum stand in for me, especially since it usually makes such a positive impression. a much better one than the original version but who knows what your mother will think?
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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.
The Lost Pedestrian 