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It’s really funny (not ha-ha funny) how the presence of certain people on a bus can be so absorbing. Like certain people want the attention of all of the uncertain people on the bus. Maybe they are more lonely than I. I am tempted to ask them, but that would only reinforce their need for attention. So my not telling them about my loneliness or anything else I might be feeling or thinking is probably good for them. My not saying anything might be sort of a gift.

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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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