it’s so strange. strange that it is taking me so long to realize the implications of abandoning one’s home, removing myself from friends and family. as you know if you have been reading my blog, this realization was realized several weeks ago, but it has not really sunk in until now. it is really going to take effort to make a go of it here. and it is going to require effort to sustain/maintain my existing friendships and relationships and connections and interconnections and missed connections from back in that place where i came from. wherever that was. i can scarcely recall being from anywhere.

it doesn’t help when even native Bostonions tell me that Boston is not a very friendly city. perhaps i should have done a bit of research on that beforehand.

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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