4.12.11

there's a pair of tarnished oxfords on my bookshelf. i wore them once, then somehow a driving rain through my open window turned them deeper brown and exaggerated cracks along the insole, creating separations by the laces. the leather's no longer pliable; it was already stiff when i tried to break it in but now it might as well be cement. they're fossil footwear, pieces of someone's wardrobe, beautifully crafted, that will never be useful again.