Wearing flip flops on 5th Avenue
Flip flops are thin.
Flip flops are cheap.
You can buy a pair of flip flops at almost any store in the mall for less than $15.
Flip flops are rubber and plastic and sometimes more - combined.
When you put on some flip flops and take to the streets of New York, you immediately feel connected to that cement. More than on the grass or cobblestones of a small town, your feet beat against the concrete with little support.
You walk over a sewer cover, and feel each letter from the top under your foot.
A grate - you feel every square. And the steam from the subway, where does that steam come from, I mean, what produces the steam? Anyways, you can actually feel that steam on your ankles.
As I said, connected. You feel connected. How many people have walked that same path as you - even in just that day? Connection - I am walking down Park Avenue, and this Avenue is mine. From my head down my neck to my shoulders to my hips to my thighs down my calves to my feet then boom, connected to that street...right....left.....right....left. And it's the same as I go on to Madison and 5th...mine. Connected. With each turn of the corner, something more to conquer with my feet.
Then you walk over one of those doors, you know, that go to the basement of a restaurant or grocery store. It gives a little bit, for a second you think you might fall right through the ground. But, as soon as you lift the foot, it bounces back, and you're back on track.
Yes, connection. And when you get home, and take the flip flops off, well, you've carried the city with you. Your bare feet have taken on the color of the flip flop as well as the black dirt of the ground that has brushed up. You should probably wash them, it's kind of icky. But down the drain goes a partical from each avenue you've crossed and every street that you've strolled.
But now it's too cold for flip flops.
Flip flops are cheap.
You can buy a pair of flip flops at almost any store in the mall for less than $15.
Flip flops are rubber and plastic and sometimes more - combined.
When you put on some flip flops and take to the streets of New York, you immediately feel connected to that cement. More than on the grass or cobblestones of a small town, your feet beat against the concrete with little support.
You walk over a sewer cover, and feel each letter from the top under your foot.
A grate - you feel every square. And the steam from the subway, where does that steam come from, I mean, what produces the steam? Anyways, you can actually feel that steam on your ankles.
As I said, connected. You feel connected. How many people have walked that same path as you - even in just that day? Connection - I am walking down Park Avenue, and this Avenue is mine. From my head down my neck to my shoulders to my hips to my thighs down my calves to my feet then boom, connected to that street...right....left.....right....left. And it's the same as I go on to Madison and 5th...mine. Connected. With each turn of the corner, something more to conquer with my feet.
Then you walk over one of those doors, you know, that go to the basement of a restaurant or grocery store. It gives a little bit, for a second you think you might fall right through the ground. But, as soon as you lift the foot, it bounces back, and you're back on track.
Yes, connection. And when you get home, and take the flip flops off, well, you've carried the city with you. Your bare feet have taken on the color of the flip flop as well as the black dirt of the ground that has brushed up. You should probably wash them, it's kind of icky. But down the drain goes a partical from each avenue you've crossed and every street that you've strolled.
But now it's too cold for flip flops.