I told him, “You can tell a lot about a man by his shoes.”
He just shrugged his shoulders.
The laces drew me in like one of those optical illusions by Escher. The one with the staircases. I was just wandering around them. Running in a Mobius strip.
We glance down at people’s feet when we don’t want to look into their eyes. Maybe that’s why he kept his soles in such pristine condition.
(Photo: Alex Giron)