Sometimes I wonder what the angel fish really thinks of the snail.
Not what they want me to think that they’re thinking, but what is really going on deep within their psyches and their souls.
They look like they have something to say to the snail, but maybe etiquette forbids them from saying it.
But what can anyone say to a snail? Is there such a thing as an animal psychic for shelled gastropods?
I must look further into this.
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.