I’ve been coasting all day. Avoiding anything remotely uncomfortable or decisive. But I guess avoidance leads to numbness which leads discomfort about numbness and uncertainty about how it will end, except in a sentence such as this one.

I have a real talent for avoiding the sun, as you probably know by now. And avoiding thinking about where i will live in 3 weeks. Whether I am coming or going to who knows where? Somebody knows. But not me. .

Maybe I will live under a different sun that I won’t work so hard to avoid all of the time. Maybe that sun would prefer to avoid me. I think I am ok with that, I tell myself.

So now I’m watching the sunset. Actually watching the parking garage that blocks the sunset. But I can sense the dimming glow.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I have a craving for a dirty vodka martini. But I haven’t done much to earn it.

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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