I heard a voice say, ‘please, please, don’t make me write! not tonight! anything but that!’
And I said, ‘nobody is making you do anything.’
And the voice said, ‘that’s the problem. that’s the big problem. not knowing what to do unless someone makes me do it.’
‘That IS a big problem,’ I said.
‘A very big problem,’ said the voice.
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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