"All the lives we could live, all the people we will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is what the world is."
- Aleksandar Hemon, the lazarus project
On a Day Trip to Georgetown, I came across a missing man. I walked past his shoes, turned around, and went back; there sat (or stood, should I say) his shoes, but the man was no where to be found. In true Tripper-style, I took a picture of the shoes in case I came across the man. As of now, he is still missing.
Continuing on my own way, I began to think of people's missing pieces, or missing people who leave behind their pieces. In all the world, people lose and find pieces every minute - We lose and find each other... We lose and find ourselves. Some people lose love; others lose maps. Some people lose people; others lose keys. Some lose direction; others lose their shoes. But it is in losing and getting lost that one finds and is found...
As for the man - maybe he needed better fitting shoes. As for the shoes - I went back yesterday to see if they were still there, and they weren't. New man maybe? I may never meet this missing man, and I definitely will never live in his shoes.... but we did cross paths on the sidewalk one day. Everywhere are missing people that you and I will never know, but that's the beauty of the world.
SO, here's to getting lost and being found...