Author Archives: The Lost Pedestrian

under the cloud of an all-pervasive sadness. all of my attempts to conceal it feel fraudulent to me. but there is no sense in showing it and no sense in hiding it. no matter what, the sadness just gets heavier … Continue reading →

have you ever noticed this timeless spaceless feeling you get when you are traveling in a plane or a train, half-asleep with your eyes 3/4 closed, and you hear the faint murmur of voices of the people around you,  and it somehow … Continue reading →

i was at this stop sign today, in my car. I was in the driver’s seat. With the window rolled down. On Western Avenue. I heard a voice. It was coming from the black SUV on my left. This very … Continue reading →

the light was so glaring earlier tonight when I exited the shroud of the building where i work. it was difficult to focus. then i realized that maybe it wasn’t the sun. maybe i just have this new innate ability … Continue reading →

After the massive explosion of the canyon of fire on the Sun earlier this week, all is quiet right now. 

could somebody tell me why writing has suddenly become like this scary thing to me?  is there something that triggered it? the idea of focusing upon something feels hugely impossible because i tend to stray somewhere else. maybe i’ve become … Continue reading →

sometimes when you are focusing upon your survival, as you navigate from one breath to the next, it’s easy to lose sight of all that surrounds you. all of the people who keep you afloat. if you could be just like … Continue reading →

as the plane began its descent to Minnesota, the pilot announced his apologies for the turbulence. i wish i could have told him that, really, he had nothing to feel sorry about. if anyone was to blame, it was The Wind. but … Continue reading →

i am trying to feel more hopeful about things in a way that feels genuine. not as a way to sidestep around a history of losses and disappointments i feel powerless to overcome. not as a pretend hopefulness that cannot … Continue reading →

somewhere, under the sky, i ceased to feel alone. it was a watershed moment. there was nothing to eclipse it. i thought, what if this moment were taken away? I would have no idea how to replace it, not one. It’s … Continue reading →