data entry

i have been bereft. bereft of ideas. i hope it’s an in-between phase. in between phases. but the in betweenness sometimes seems like all i know.

rarely is something what it seems than what it is.

but a friend, who I only met once, over a year ago at a funeral, just wrote me an encouraging note. she said if i could make a piece about listening to the radio while driving through a parking garage,  than i could make a piece about anything… which made me feel much calmer. anything is possible. unimaginable at the moment, but possible.

i just have to keep writing. even if it’s crap. it’s not my place to judge what is crap and what isn’t. just to keep writing is what’s most important. write until i don’t recognize the writer or the language or the context. write until the writing assumes a life of its own. because, as i think i’ve said recently, all i am is the transcriptionist. i just have to take that job more seriously.

i would be perfectly content to be the transcriptionist.  i have a romantic vision of data entry. i think that’s exactly what people do these days. we enter data only to exit it at some point. but there’s always new data to enter. but you can’t enter the new data until you exit the old.

 

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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2 Responses to data entry

  1. M_L says:

    the idea of a romantic vision of data entry seemed so perfect in its contradiction it made my night very happy. I love this post. Your use of language is a cool clear lake. Thank-you… Marta

  2. The Lost Pedestrian says:

    Thank you M_L. I’m so glad you liked the post. Now that I think about it, it is kind of a contradiction. But even when I am staring blankly at the waves (of water), I think there is always some sort of data processing going on. At least, sensory data.

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