Neither the old shoe, nor the new, but another shoe entirely.
Dear Y'all,
Did you ever have a memory in your foot? An embodied thing, like everyone likes to say now; a step that felt in a shoe today like a step from long ago in a totally different shoe? A sort of déjà shoe? I got some new shoes a week ago, I could fill a page with talk of the way shoes are sold now, as 'recovery' wear, for instance, but that too is another digression. And yet. You know you don't come here for the straight talk. You come here to beat about the bush, to stalk the topic, slowly, discursively, with no particular place to go, maybe even hoping we never arrive....
And yet, these new shoes are an odd amalgam of very soft materials (unwoven felt, I'd say) and very tough materials (a beefy Vibram rubber sole). Well, I couldn't resist that strange union, I guess, but the point is, I got them, and I am wearing them, and they have another contemporary shoe detail, they have that heel that is hinged with elastic; you are meant to shove your foot in hastily and let the back of the shoe flatten out under your heel. Wearing them like this, in a manner I imagine would horrify certain aged cobblers in Italy, there is a specific fold of material felt under your heel, and it was this that my foot remembered: another shoe, another day.
They were clunky, chocolate brown lug-soled sandals with large buckles- a noisy clomping shoe, that I used more and more 'around the house' after I'd worn them to fairly shabby looking over 3 or 4 years; and when I wore them around the house, I'd skip the back heel strap, and just leave it folded under my heels. And that is what my foot remembered.