Starting to see ‘shoefiti’ all around town. Sometimes, there’s so much ‘shoefiti’ around that when I look at the denizens of whatever locale I may happen to be in, when I see that they have ‘shoes’ on their feet, I have palpitations.
Whenever life seems meaningless, when I’ve given up hope, I look to the skies and I dream. I project meaning onto what I see up there. I say to myself: “Yeah, somebody is feeling the same pain that I do. Somebody understands. So they threw a pair of old shoes over the telephone wires.”
At moments like this, I feel like I’m connected to the soul of the world. I feel like I could do anything and that we are all one and that everything will work out. I feel thankful.
Sometimes, I see whole trees that have been ‘taken’ and I feel the tears welling up in my eyes because it probably means that a disparate group of people has somehow found a way to connect. In unison they each cry: “Hey World! I am alive and I am a walking talking breathing living human being and this is the mark I will leave on the world!”. And then I imagine them ululating.
From time to time there are beautiful sunsets, and so I will try to make them even more beautiful by finding a vantage point to gaze with a beautiful ‘shoefiti’ silhouette hanging like poetry in motion in the foreground. I will say to myself: “Wow! Life is even more mysterious than I originally thought!”. I will reflect on how insignificant I am, like a pin prick on a movie screen, or a mote of light dwindling in the ephemeral oceans of time.
Sometimes I will be in Finland and I see a valiant pair of shoes sticking it to the man. I will raise my fist in allegiance to the cause and my heart will thump in my chest as I think to myself: “Yeah, now the government knows what we really think of them.”
Once I saw an iridescent ‘shoefiti’ masterpiece that set my heart ablaze. Each breath that I took as I stood beneath its radiance filled me with purpose and, when I eventually walked away, I felt that each new footstep I took in the direction of my destiny made me that little bit stronger. I prayed to the ‘shoefiti’ god when I got home and did my ablutions.
Seems like ‘shoefiti’ has been around for a long time. Some people say that it is related to gang violence or heroin but I think that it is a sublime and ineffable part of being alive.
Amen.
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