a dream i almost had

i was sitting at my computer. it may have been deep within my cubicle at work. it may have been on your balcony overlooking the calm turquoise sea. I was trying to meet a pressing deadline and as the moments passed and the clock was running out, I felt increasing panic over the deadline I was about to miss. And I began to consider the possible consequences of this failed assignment.

Which is when you appeared, serving a platter of assorted cheeses (gouda, white cheddar, swiss, brie, goat, havarti) and crackers (Wheat thins, saltines, Ritz, Triscuit, Goldfish, matzoh). I was so happy to see them and to see you. I could not decide which I was most happy to see. So I said, ‘thank you, but i’m not really in the mood.’ And you said, ‘mood for what?’ And I said, ‘you know, i’m not really sure.’ You walked away. And I found myself staring at the computer again, wondering why and how I managed to do the opposite of expressing the happiness I felt when you appeared. It’s no wonder you stopped being visible.

I returned to working at the computer which was now situated in an alley, in between a few dumpsters. Maybe this is what happens to people who miss deadlines and cannot adequately express themselves. But somehow I felt at peace. It was so quiet here in this alley, except for the low drone of a passing plane, and 1 or 2 birds chirping from somewhere. From where, I wasn’t sure, because there were no trees in sight. And I thought about birds and planes and I started to type a list of all of the creatures and objects I could think of that had wings.






The White House

Certain other insects

Tips of certain shoes

I continued adding to this list for what seemed like many hours, until dusk settled in and the moon began to rise. I started to feel a bit more at peace about my work situation, knowing that my managers, the people who manage me, might accept my list as the completion of the project. And I had not missed the deadline after all. And I started to think it might be OK to die here, at this place, in this moment.

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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