On notice

I’m trying to think of a way to end things with J in such a say as she does not even notice. So far I’m not getting any good ideas. Other than to point out how incompatible we are which is something I should have told her months ago–but this fear of being alone–and this fear of her lashing out at me in some form–makes a coward out of me. I hate to admit. In a public forum. Even if I am the only who notices.

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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