5780

Tonight is the night it became 5780. I have little idea of what that means. But hopefully in 5780 I will become a better human than I was in 5779. The kind of human I would want to be around. Not that I want to be around myself. But the kind of human who other humans like to be around. I am so out of practice with that. I need more discipline.

My mind was so scattered today. I was jumpy and unfocussed all day. All of this unused, unchanneled energy with nowhere to go. An oddly anxious day, although nothing in particular happened in it.

Even though it was a perfect day outside, I did not set foot out of the house until 8:30 pm which is when I drove the park on the waterfront to experiment with night photography. But even that was stressful. The police were out. I could not see very well in the dark. And could only hear distant and some not so distant voices shouting. It made me very nervous. But I did manage to take one photo. India Point Park

I’m listening to ocean sounds on my laptop, trying to calm my scattered mind. And strangely enough, I think it’s working. Especially if I close my eyes.

If I close my eyes, I have a better sense of who and what is here, including you.

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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