I look passively at the tan line of my old slippers and wonder when it was going to go away. The slippers broke a few weeks back when I was making my way home from school and I had to duck-taped them together. It looked funny so my friends snapchatted me and I told them it was the new avant garde shoes. Andy bought the slippers for me when he was in Taiwan a few years back. I wore it so much my skin directly below the straps are a few shades paler than the fellow skin around it. It's as if the straps burnt its presence into me except in an inverted way.
But it's been weeks since I wore it and it's been weeks since I've really busked myself in the sun and those pales lines still remain mapped on my feet.
How long does it take for traces to fade after the departure of something?
Yesterday I went to the library and hugged 6 books home. Kafka, Kierkegaard and Karen Joy Fowler.
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