I am well known for wearing shoes until they simply break apart, giving a last belch of foot odor before disintegrating into a confetti of brittle leather. I own a more robust pair of sneakers, and I don't mind telling you that they look remarkably like the above shoe diroama done by Hudson-Powell for Pointer Shoes. Various funguses have colonized the outside of the shoe and evolved over the generations until they eventually proved advanced enough to sustain a colony of home realtors. Meanwhile, inside the shoe, more horrible things have evolved and writhe their tentacles up to the surface. It's not pretty. Needless to say, some of the Cambodian women who have given me pedicures in my time get a ghastly look on their face, as if they have suddenly remembered the horror of the killing fields.
