I stand in Foot Locker amazed by the selection. There are so many options. Green shoes, gold or yellow, sky blue or navy blue. The colors of the rainbow are well represented on the wall packed with a hundred or more tiny, personalized shelves. Each shelf withstands the weight of a sole display version of a foot encapsulating apparatus. It becomes easy to get lost in the selection.
What shoe is the most “me”? I could get the Jordan’s, but I suck at basketball. Some Nike Donks would be a lovely asset to any collection, but I do not have a record or a potential rap career. How about old school Adidas? Negative, they are plain enough to not be cool and expensive enough to show that one put legitimate effort into the purchase. I stumble upon the Vibram toe shoes and realize that these must be for individual reminiscing over the toe socks of his/her childhood.
Weighing my options with extreme precision and intensity, I realize that the classic Chuck Taylor’s offer the best shoe for the price. The look fresh with any ensemble. One can run and play without any difficulty. Getting them filthy is not an issue because they are only acceptable once they get a little dirty. And they are extremely affordable.
Perfection.
Good subject. Shoes tend to be the source of a great deal of self-reflection for me, too. Through the selection of shoes in this piece you establish an identity of who the narrator is.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of shoes as a subject, because they do have such potential to be written about. If you were planning to expand this, I would start with Chucks as a base, and explain what they say about you. Use of scene in this piece would take it to the next level, but I like it as a start.
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