the mission

I became an ancient astronaut today out on a mission to find out what happens to people who remain sentient and breathing, in spite of everything else.

I did not intend for this to be a solitary mission.

There is much on this mission that I did not intend to do. Which might explain why my mission will never be thwarted. In spite of everything else.

Tonight I think I broke something. And that something was us.

And this time we might be beyond repair.

I could have stopped the accident, I sort of let things fall apart. I did not even make an effort to keep things from falling apart. I did not even bother to look into how it might be possible to repair.

And now on my solitary mission, I must face the consequences.

of either my liberation or banishment. Or both

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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