Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Feet, purely

This comes from living in a country where flip-flops are worn 97% of the time
I've become fascinated with feet
Not in the creepy way that the Colin Farrell look-alike did from high school
But just indulging in constant observation and classification, and finally placing into a catagory of preference
There are the petite
The slender
The grand
The broad ones, like baseball gloves
The long toed, like fingers, like a strange illusion
The spread apart ones, like someone left the post-manicure spacer in for too long
The slanted, like steep mountains
The straight, like rectangles
The confused, with different toes reaching as if to cross some sort of finish line
Some curl in, with bumpy knuckles
Others lie flat, one with the earth
Some lift their arches against the sole like a social woman lifts her nose, impeccable posture and grace
Some rest in the soles as if they are their only home, nestled and content

And these are my observations of feet thus far

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