how is it possible to move away from some things without moving toward other things?
this is the question i ask myself in this latest phase of adriftness. where am i heading and what am i leaving behind?
what is there for me here?
for what purpose?
to what end?
did i really go anywhere at all?
or have i been gone ever since i can remember?
what is this place i awaken to?
who are these people around me, standing and sitting and walking and commuting and eating?
what do they think of me?
what are they thinking when they are not thinking of me?
how could anyone not be thinking of me?
who else is there to think about?
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.
just enjoy the ride!:)