unpaid interns

The effort not to make an effort is exhausting and exhilarating at the same time.

Which could mean that the fastest way to get somewhere is to never leave, or always leave

Even the best laid plans are the ones never made. Never even considered.

Something tells me that it is time to stop considering and time to start … to start what?

To build a wall, one should always have a solid foundation and a stable of unpaid interns

The best choices one can make is to allow other people to make choices for you, perhaps those unpaid interns.

How I long for the days when I was an unpaid intern. With my whole life ahead of me.

To never think about time, or the interminable unpaid hours one accumulates over a lifetime

Until one is cornered. And forced to find someone who can make choices for you, without seeming bossy, or judgmental.

I think I once knew of such a person. Bue I’m not sure where they went. And now I can’t find them online or offline. And I wonder if they have thought of looking for me. I wish I could send them a reminder.

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.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s