I don’t know how it happened this way. Why it happened this way. But I managed to live a life without really living it. And now it’s almost over.
Maybe it’s just my pandemic mindset. But I have lived so uncourageously. So many uncourageous homogenized days. One after the year. And the years have piled up. And I have barely scratched the surface of doing anything meaningful.
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.
The Lost Pedestrian 