squeaking raze this is what his shoes do ever_since they started falling apart. or at least it's what one of them does. when we're walking, it becomes something musical. rhythm and melody bound together by foam and carbon rubber. he tried swapping out the runners for work boots. too much weight to wade through. he patched up the crumbling empire of his footwear with the same tape that once worked to keep my own from taking on water when we were trudging through snow. and on we go. 240102 what's it to you? who go blather from