live without dead time
so says the label inside my new black spot sneakers, which i love despite my cynicism about consumerism as activism. i needed new walking shoes, these are comfortable and i felt okay about buying them. they’re hemp and vegan and union-made in portugal, and the profits went to SAFE. i like that they have a big white blotchy circle of paint on them (or, a “hand-drawn symbol of defiance against corporate cool” if you prefer to buy the anti-capitalism).
i took them out for a bike ride this evening, through the domain where bagpipers were practising next to the rotunda, past the museum, through slow winding roads where car drivers were as impatient as the worst rush hour commuters. i’m finding my bike legs again, and finding my surly attitude.
the shoes held up well & i’m already eyeing up the other style, to tell the materialist truth.