on the bus tonight, a woman talking loudly on her cell right next to me. she said to whoever she was talking to, “What’s wrong with you? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I ask you a simple Yes or No question. And you text me these paragraphs. You’re so stupid!”
And then I realized that indirectly she was actually talking to me. I am the one who cannot answer simple Yes or No questions. I am the one who sends paragraph-long text messages. I am the one who does not feel very smart. At least at that moment.
I’m not quite sure why she could not tell me directly
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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