The souls of my shoes

My shoes are decrepit.

No other word for 'em. Except maybe:

Beat up.

Raped.

Screwed.

Abused.

But damn... I love those chucks... So comfy... So personal...

Anyway.

There's a song I like... By Death Cab For Cutie..

Starts off with...

Love of mine, one day you will die...

It's got a line that basically says we've seen the world... From Bangkok to Calgary... And the soles of our shoes... etc etc.

I love that song. I love the whole soundtrack for The Invisible.

I spent a whole lotta bandwidth on downloading it. Long live the free world!

I was reading up on the word simulacrum the other day.

It's definition is different but Baudrillard DEFINITELY said... It does NOT hide the truth.

Functionality.

Exchange.

Symbolism.

Signs.

Give me a chance to hold on... But it's really like a mental exercise to read stuff like that. I was reading essays today... Some old ones... And I was reading, An Apology For Idlers...

I really need to get a bit more corpulent(sic).

Anyway... Reviewing this whole entry tempted me to delete it and log out due to pure shame.

I'm rambling.

It was a full moon yesternight. So maybe that's why.

Sue me.