Shoes. And my love affair with them. Mostly unrequited, that is.
Today I was contemplating my favorite clogs tonight at work, while reshelving Heideger and Hegel in Western Philosophy. I’m really sore, so I was sitting on the floor and contemplating the wear pattern on my treads. I love those shoes. They’re so comfortable. And I’ve had them for nearly a year. They’re all worn in.
A good pair of shoes is like a security blanket.
I think that if someone could develop something that would keep your neck cool without being wet . . . they would be rich. I know, air-conditioning would keep the whole body cool . . . but I don’t have that. I have cold water and a lot of ice cubes.
And once again, it’s 2am.