Already slipping on this one, but I’m fighting back. My fourth day of happiness is thanks to my wee flatmate who donated his shoes to a homeless man he hasn’t event met.
For his art project last year, titled ‘shelter’, he spent a night sleeping in a door way with a cardboard box and a blanket, and nothing in his pocket apart from his apartment keys. He’s walked a night in that other man’s shoes, so I suppose he knows better than many.
The shoes were taken to the homeless man by a network of friends called Esperança, Hope. More on them tomorrow.