An inconvenience

This is one of those days where I try not to get to a worsening situation but it is still not getting any better or not. How best to ride this out? Should I just go to the movies? Should I just go to the dentist? Should I go back to school?

My reflection in the window is not getting any longer in the past or the other day. There is too much darkness to see beyond it. It’s so strange. My reflection in the window resembles who I was 3 hours ago. Different hair. Different glasses. Smaller nose. Less stern. Thank heavens for that. For that, I thank you.

We are hovering just above the window in our train. It is not yet Winter in the evening of July. Our friends are eating vegan cheese with a banana on the way home. So many of our friends have left the same room. This is the room we are not getting in our new house. This is the room where we once had our friends. But now, they are no longer available for us. Fear not, we say. We will find our way. Even if we have to take a different route this time around. What is there to be worried about that is not the best thing imaginable? Absolutely nothing.

Everybody wishes you a happy belated birthday. You are not sure which birthday they are referring to. The last time you had a birthday, everybody was really really sorry to say we apologize for any inconvenience. You are not sure which inconvenience they are referring to. Was it really hard to say, or maybe they were just not sure about the time. No one is ever sure about what you are referring to. But as a general rule, they say they are sorry for any inconvenience that they might become.

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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