Worn.

I’ve decided it’s time to take a departure from heavy and self-absorbed posts. I'm still feeling a great deal of Weltschmerz, but I’m done talking about it for now.

I really wanted to write about sex tonight, but that seems a bit abrupt. So I’m going to build a bridge with some shoes that, several weeks ago, I left at the store because they seemed, oh, what’s the word? Absurd?

Well, apparently the rest of my fellow shoppers felt the same way about them, because they were still there a couple of days ago and conveniently marked down on clearance. I am definitely not one to ignore such an obvious sign, so here they are. On my feet. Foot. There's one on the other just out of the frame.