Today was The Feast of Remembrance. and tomorrow is The Feast of Forgetfulness. this year I am celebrating them both. thus i have spoken. thus i make it so. This the time when my petty grievances will turn to dust. they say that the dust is the only place where one can emerge and begin a new. but i would be very very happy if i never returned there again, to that dust. there are other cycles in other lands i have yet to trespass. But this time I will. I have no other choice, as long as i remember to forget.

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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