Barefoot for Life

It seems that my four weeks of barefoot experimentation is coming to a close as of today. If I remember correctly, the whole reason I started this project was because my sandals chafed my feet and I had freed myself of them in a spontaneous moment of independence. Now, four weeks later, those same sandals are lost to me. I left them last night in the film editing lab, a room where neither me nor my sandals belong, in a building that I don't even have access to. According to Jean-Paul Sartre, there is no such thing as omens or mystical signs; they only have importance if I interpret them to be important. At the moment, I feel like my missing sandals can be loosely interpreted as an encouraging gesture to continue my barefoot journal, which I will resolutely continue.