Today I woke up thinking about shoe fans. How do you get them? Where do they come from? Do they really exist?
I imagine them to be roughly the size and shape of fraggles.
My bones groaned on the way to the mirror: “How did you get caught up in such stupid bullshit?”
It was a fair question I was unable to answer.
And here I am back against the wall. Stylistically these photographs are out of order but you know, if it bleeds it leads. And I wasn’t going to bury another one of my levitation photos in the back pages.
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