reservoirs and streams

the shocking news of the death of my almost landlord (see yesterday’s post) has triggered further pondering upon my own mortality. tonight i felt this urgency to begin writing the first draft of my living will, which should not take very long to complete because i own so little. my possessions have been replaced by streams. streaming content has replaced all physical forms and manifestations. these words in this space are far more valuable than any objects in my apartment. i am only a mere receiver. a reservoir of streams. streams of chance and circumstance.

it is unfair to leave you with all of my unpaid subscriptions to streaming content, and all of my passwords, forgotten and forsaken. i feel like there should be more. maybe i should leave you my unlimited text message plan. that way, even though i am gone, we are not limited to the earthly realm. you can always reach me anywhere, wherever i go, wherever i am taken. it’s the one thing i can leave you that is unlimited.

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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