These old shoes of mine are coming apart. First the inner fabric ripped open, exposing a soft clump of foam. So I tore that out. Then the plastic skeleton of the heel chiped away, so I pulled that out, too. If this continues—the shoes breaking down, me trashing the pieces—soon I’ll be walking around barefoot. Which is probably fine, since the shoes were crappy to begin with, and nothing beats a bare foot for walking.

This is a parable about editing.

– Brian Hurley

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