About three weeks ago, after a long day of work and errands, I was pedaling home when I flatted.
Rain and darkness were falling. I decided I’d rather fix my flat at home than on the street. So I took the subway.
While waiting for the train, I saw this:
I’ve seen other shoes on the track bed. None were in as good condition, let alone as vibrantly colored.
Oh, and I’ve never seen another shoe stand so prominently and conspicuously in its surroundings, in a trackbed or anywhere else.
It, of course, begs the question of how it got there, in such good shape and standing as proudly. Was it placed there deliberately? If so, for what purpose? So someone like me could babble about it on her blog?
Or was some street performer fleeing from law enforcement? Perhaps he or she was playing Jean Valjean in a modern update of Les Miserables. I mean, why not the New York City subways instead of the Paris sewers?
I haven’t been back to that station: Cortlandt Street/World Trade Center on the R line. So, of course, I don’t expect to see that shoe again. I hope, though don’t expect that it’s reunited with its mate—and, perhaps, the foot that dropped it!
