First of all: the title of this post is supposed to be an homage to the pilot of Wonderfalls, but I don’t expect you to know that (I’d like to have an educated audience, but I also realize that speaking of vibrators and Steffi Love won’t get me that).

Anyway, the other day I was heading towards the office on the usual street and I found a shoe on the ground. Since the tile on which the shoe was lying was colored in red, I realized something was off and took a moment to inspect the object. Attached to the shoe I found a little card saying that the shoe was part of an art project called A Rite taking place the next day inside Istituto Cervantes in Berlin, and that I needed to go there and return the shoe.

I like art. And the concept was amazing. It was about the shoe being connected to the ground, and walking is a rite of passage, and you tie yourself to people like you tie your own shoes, and shoes are both limitating and empowering.

Ok, I just went ’cause I stalked researched the artists beforehand and I was hoping Caique Tizzi would be naked like in previous works.

He was not. He told me I needed to find a person inside the gallery and decide to tie my shoe with his/her shoe and hang the whole thing to a wire. I asked “Do I need to find the shoe that matches mine?” and he answered “That would be too romantic, don’t you think?”.

I lost faith in the world and took a glass of free wine.

Eventually I tied my shoe to the shoes of what I think was a lesbian couple.

Forever Alone.