6 to 7 days

Do you think it’s a sign that you might be depressed if you find yourself counting how many days would pass before someone discovers that you are dead? I am guessing it would be about 6 to 7 days. Since my closest (distance wise) friends live about 200 miles away and we never ever speak on the phone and rarely text, I’m not sure when they would notice. And then the closest friends are in Chicago, which is about 1000 miles away. Someone might wonder why I am not responding to texts. And if they are like me, they would probably take that personally and it would never enter their minds that I am no longer of this earth. I don’t think anyone in my apartment building would notice. Maybe until my rent is overdue… maybe the building management might decide to enter my apartment to evacuate it after failed attempts to reach 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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