Unlike Heidegger,

who said of “Three Pairs of Shoes,”
“From the dark opening of the worn insides

the toilsome tread of the worker stares forth,”
and utterly unlike Derrida, whose note on that painting

questioned what “constitutes a pair of shoes and how
the elements of such combine different forms of reality,”

my mother said they show how hard some people work.

¶ 11:07 AM