It’s March 6, 2024. And there are too many things that should have happened by now. So many things. Beyond my ability to count. I would not know where or how to begin.
But I hope it’s not too late.
I guess if I had to pick one theme for this blog over the years, that would be the one.
Or maybe the theme of trying to find a theme.
Maybe if I spent less time trying to find a theme, a new theme would emerge. And the days would be pass by less recognizably.
And I would live a life devoid of a theme(s).
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.
The Lost Pedestrian 