Tidal wave

Posted on July 25, 2020 by The Lost Pedestrian

I can’t believe the heat that I am sitting in. All of these people wandering in the heat with their beer cans and bottles, without masks. How foreign they seem to me.

It makes me want to grab a beer and take off my mask.

I’ve spent much of the day trying to conjure up a will of some sort. A will for anything. But there is nothing there. I don’t see anything there.

I must break out of this nothing state, but I’ve lost my way. And I’m too embarrassed to ask anyone for directions. It’s kind of a problem, I think.

Everything seems headed far too quickly, like a tidal wave, in one direction. And I can’t seem to stop it.

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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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