If we take it as a given that I forgot where I put it, then it doesn't matter how I set the clock.


I gave time a chance and then abandoned it for the cycle of my bowels, which is not dependable, but it is memorable.


Three weeks went by before anyone realised I wasn't there.


I think I was missed by a few.


They won't be missed by those who didn't miss me.


It was a mistake to try to be my friend because I have to count my breaths and try not to say what comes to mind in my presence.


I hate behaving.


I went to buy shoes.


I have many in my shoppe, but not the right kind.


I needed the ones that they wouldn't buy, because I am afraid of having an empty shoppe.


People keep coming in and taking things. They leave money behind, but what is money to shoes?


I pay my bills so I can keep the building, but the building is nothing without shoes.


I can't keep ordering and buying new ones.


I can't.


But I have to keep the building.


I can't charge people for just looking, can I?


Or can't I?


A Museum of Modern Footwear?


It must work.


I'll make people take their shoes off to come in.


That'll keep it cleaner and make it seem more like a temple.


A Temple of Shoes.


And that would make me...?


Ah, YES!