I feel like I’m on the verge of something and it might be significant. Or it might not. But it feels like something’s coming.
It might be my vision from my left eye, slowly returning.
Or an impending move.
Or the new job.
Or a new mystery person.
Or an old mystery person.
Or a person without mystery.
Or it could be a journey.
Or a bag of potato chips.
Or a jar of herring.
Or my performance in 3 weeks
Or a pond of koi fish in the middle of a courtyard.
Who knows what it could be?
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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.
