Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Things fall apart
If there was any doubt that I walk a lot here and/or give my shoes quite a beating, a little trickle of rainwater seeped into my shoe this evening to remind me. I stepped out of work and realized after a block that my foot was feeling wet and yet I hadn’t walked through any especially deep puddles. On the train, I took off my shoe and saw that half of my sock had been drenched and that the bottom of my right shoe had worn down near the sole and cracked. These days it seems a rarer thing to use something up like that until you have little choice but to have it repaired or replaced. You can put your money on the latter for me, as these shoes were comfortable to wear but were not works of fine craftsmanship worth saving.