Some time ago I was in a taxi, late at night, going out. We passed a cross way. An accident just happened, cars stopped, police was there. We drive by and I saw a shoe on the drive lane, obviously from one of the persons involved in the accident. It felt beyond sad, grotesque. It made me think that things like this are not a matter of choice, it happens. And I was going to a lame party, and this view made everything more shinny because I was still alive, young, well dressed and affording a taxi.
Last night, I was the shoe.
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