Eve of election night eve

The owner of the house where I have been dwelling for the past 9 months invited me to watch the election night returns with her on Tuesday. My first thought was that I would rather be waterboarded than to suffer through it, even if the fascist madman is hopefully trounced. But the thought of watching and waiting sounds torturous. Which is why I thanked her and said I would probably be at the movies. Or any theater that is dark. Or anywhere where it is quiet and you can close your eyes. 

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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