I find myself thinking of you more than I am entitled. People are alway telling me that I have a false sense of entitlement, but then other people might say that the opposite is true. That I have a true sense of entitlement. I am entitled to be conscious of how far I am from the things I am entitled to. Such as you. I’m just being honest. I am entitled to think of you. But that does not mean I am entitled to you. Maybe we are entitled to each other and we’ve never really confronted it. But I am giving you absolutely permission to be entitled to anything, including me. Especially me.

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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