time has ceased not to pass

“my time is the time i am living right now and even if i like the world less and less – with good reason – it is mine, absolutely. No retirement, no retreat. I don’t know what it means to grow old and it is first and foremost my youth that guarantees the youth of the world. One day, in circumstances i will never know, time stood still for me … time has never ceased not to pass. How, if time is passing, could anyone work for twelve years to produce something?”

Claude Lanzmann

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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