Numerous lost heels on the pavement.

A tragic comedy in the wandering, so much standing about.

Left instants, stamped moments, lost steps, the trace of a shoe-time walk through life, ― the absence of its beholder enhancing a story telling power/tension ― glowing on the road like a memory stone of a someone elsewhere.

From then undergrows a collection of imprints, a collection of stories walked through on the way, into a book-collector of life’s walkabouts.