Ambiguity in Context, eps1

Sometimes you need to ramble about things that don't make sense - I would like to take the time to do that today. Not that it actually happened, but today felt like one of those times when you get lost in a big maze of crazy and every time you took a route to the exit, it just ended up hitting a dead end. Or maybe it's like that one time you lost one of your contacts and you're not sure if it landed somewhere on your body or on the floor - cause in your blurry half-vision state, you can only see so far and you're caught in this vicious catch 22, searching for the unseen. Not that I wear contacts. I don't want to lose sight, but perhaps I need to find in order lose. This is only a test or perhaps.......a secret defense mechanism to adverse reactions to certain situations. A silent grenade throwing me off the loop of consistency consistently. A-la-wo-bu-dong.

Today I saw an old lady sitting in a chair wearing a green jacket with salt-n-pepper hair down to her earlobes. She was smoking. She had a leathery brown face and sat like an old man traveling through time to his young boyhood days. Or in her case, girlhood. I wonder if she still feels lost? Did she try to fit into the footprints indented in the sand? Did the design on the bottom of her Chinese sandals line up with the designs on the ground? She looked like she was trying to levitate - or the ground might have been falling.