A friend who has always struggled to find work came up with a brilliant idea to support herself, or semi-support herself. She is going to be a professional listener. I was not aware there was such a thing, but apparently there’s an entire industry of listeners. She asked if I could be reference for her and I said, of course, because I cannot imagine a better listener than she.
That seems like a much safer option than being a professional cuddler. Although I could surely use one as soon as I finish this sentence.
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 