setting forth (and back)

i left my home and all i knew of the world and all i’ve ever loved to come to this town where i am but a stranger. at this moment in time, it might be up there amongst the biggest mistakes i’ve yet to make. i am working for 2 people, one of whom wishes i were not there. And i am on the verge of granting her her wish. tomorrow, one condescending remark and I am out the door. and I will pack up my car with the few possessions¬†i brought with me and then return to the home i so desperately sought to leave. it will not take much to set me on that path. Boston is not kind for people of my disposition and ilk.

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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