Why there are random shoes on the road

In the aftermath of a road traffic accident there’s often a random shoe in the road. It’s something to do with the sheer force of impact, apparently. Anything not attached to a limb will come off. The state of a shoe and its location and distribution from the other shoe can be used in reconstructions to work out the ejection path of a body and the nature of the collision that caused it. Pedestrians hit at speed are knocked out of their shoes.

There are shoes all over the house. On the stairs, in the loo; one Isabel Marant loafer, leather worn to holes on the sole is here. Where is the other? Who knows. It takes me half an hour to chop an onion. I burn toast over and over and over again before giving up and drinking kefir straight from the carton. I pick up a shoe put it away and another one seems to replace it on the floor. Mess springs in piles like a fungus and follows me round the room. There’s a saucepan on the floor. I’ve no idea why I can’t pick it up but I can’t. The force of impact of recent weeks has thrown me. And there are shoes fucking everywhere.

I sit down to write this Substack. There are four urgent and more pressing things to do on my list of urgent and so pressing they’re underlined things to do list. This, though, is what I want to write.