Hema

there are days like today where it is impossible to not be utterly flattened by aloneness. this would all be fine and acceptable if i did not have many moments of non-aloneness throughout my life. and those moments were infinitely more compelling and satisfying than all of the moments that flattened me today. no matter what i did, no matter where i went to escape it. i simply  could not, until it wore me down enough to retreat back to the little room I am renting in this house where I have no idea how long i will be staying,  in this city where I know even less.

There was one moment of non-aloness at the Museum of Fine Arts Megacities Asia show, that occurred while gazing at Hema Upadhyay’s piece, Build me a nest so I can rest. 

 

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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