elusive

someone just sent me a text message:

stay in the present

to which i replied

why must the present always be so elusive?

and then she texted back:

do you ever wonder if is you who are eluding the present?

even when i am elusive, i am not THAT good at eluding.

i think you under-estimate yourself.

i was not sure how to respond.

ten minutes went by before i heard from her again:

what are you thinking about?

Time.

what are you thinking about time?

How time is so elusive.

(sigh)

It is, isn’t it?

that’s where you and i are different. you say the present is so elusive and that time is so elusive. but i wonder if you ever ask yourself if you are not the one who is so elusive. and then you project your elusiveness onto everything else.

(sigh)

i didn’t mean to make you sigh.

i wasn’t really sighing. i was simply typing “(sigh)”

oh good. “sigh.” i wonder if there’s a sigh emoticon.

yeah, there if there isn’t, there should be.

for just these occasions.

that would be perfect.

maybe you and i are not that different after all.

only time will tell.

i hope you are kidding.

i think i might be.

it’s always hard to tell.

for you and me both.

is it just me, or were the trains more rickety than usual today?

yeah, they’ve been rickety since the lunar eclipse.

I can’t believe I haven’t noticed until now. i’m usually pretty sensitive to these things.

I know. I’ve always been  amazed by how many things you notice. I can only think of 3 things you always fail to notice.  but i would not consider any of them to be a failure.

can you remind me again what they are?

space

time

and motion.

that’s all?

oh year, there’s one more… matter.

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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